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 Latvia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lyres to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Funky Four + One,
the Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
Severed Heads,
Hardrive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Young Rascals,
Idris Muhammad,
Qualms,
Kerri Chandler,
Joyce Sims,
Don Cherry,
Pere Ubu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Matthew Halsall,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxy Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pierre Henry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Tremeloes,
The Move,
Sun Ra,
Soft Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Christie,
Newcleus,
Roxette,
Outsiders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
JFA,
Black Flag,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nils Olav,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantytec,
Au Pairs,
Moby Grape,
E-Dancer,
Bush Tetras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
R.M.O.,
Mission of Burma,
The Vogues,
Boz Scaggs,
The Divine Comedy,
Eddi Front,
Babytalk,
Marc Almond,
F. McDonald,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Raincoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.