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 Moldova and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Masters at Work to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Minor Threat,
The Slackers,
Sugar Minott,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mission of Burma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magma,
Smog,
The Remains,
Derrick May,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Don Cherry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
Gong,
Supertramp,
Boz Scaggs,
Outsiders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Icehouse,
The Selecter,
Scion,
Joy Division,
Isaac Hayes,
Sight & Sound,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultra Naté,
Drexciya,
Warren Ellis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Byron Stingily,
Fela Kuti,
Terry Callier,
Main Source,
Shuggie Otis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T.S.O.L.,
Scan 7,
The Velvet Underground,
AZ,
Peter & Gordon,
David McCallum,
Ronan,
Nirvana,
Loose Ends,
Kas Product,
Fat Boys,
Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Womack,
The Tremeloes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.