Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Paraguay and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Hasil Adkins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Zeros,
The Associates,
The Searchers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angry Samoans,
Metal Thangz,
Crooked Eye,
Lower 48,
Bobby Byrd,
Brick,
Spoonie Gee,
Brand Nubian,
Aloha Tigers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Darondo,
David Axelrod,
Basic Channel,
Aural Exciters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harmonia,
Massinfluence,
Gang of Four,
The Birthday Party,
The Blackbyrds,
Janne Schatter,
Yaz,
Bootsy Collins,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Star Department,
Robert Wyatt,
Essential Logic,
LL Cool J,
Japan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mandrill,
The Smoke,
Nirvana,
The Selecter,
The Litter,
Archie Shepp,
Model 500,
Soulsonic Force,
The United States of America,
Juan Atkins,
June of 44,
The Doors,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slackers,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marmalade,
Derrick Morgan,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.