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 Malaysia and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
The Gladiators,
The Doors,
Radio Birdman,
Rapeman,
Tres Demented,
Dead Boys,
The Barracudas,
Robert Görl,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Dolphy,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Althea and Donna,
Carl Craig,
Sugar Minott,
The Moody Blues,
Agitation Free,
The Angels of Light,
Minutemen,
Prince Buster,
Main Source,
48th St. Collective,
The Raincoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Halsall,
The New Christs,
The Cure,
Surgeon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Busters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sällskapet,
Sister Nancy,
June of 44,
Tommy Roe,
Delta 5,
Archie Shepp,
Ponytail,
Qualms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tears for Fears,
Y Pants,
Sonic Youth,
The Remains,
Public Image Ltd.,
KRS-One,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nirvana,
Hasil Adkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Saccharine Trust,
Magma,
Crash Course in Science,
Icehouse,
Darondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bluetip,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mojo Men,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.