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 Madagascar and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultravox to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Trojans,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Intrusion,
The Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
ABC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Slits,
The Residents,
Vainqueur,
Ronan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harry Pussy,
Pulsallama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Outsiders,
Marmalade,
The Blues Magoos,
Agent Orange,
Eve St. Jones,
Anakelly,
Bill Near,
Funkadelic,
John Lydon,
Sugar Minott,
Howard Jones,
Heaven 17,
Quando Quango,
Flash Fearless,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Black Bananas,
Susan Cadogan,
Masters at Work,
Eddi Front,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
H. Thieme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Lynne,
Ten City,
Zero Boys,
Y Pants,
kango's stein massive,
The Buckinghams,
Jawbox,
The Mighty Diamonds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Stooges,
Inner City,
Siglo XX,
John Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Icehouse,
Section 25,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.