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 Chile and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Mission of Burma to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Rod Modell,
Radiohead,
Archie Shepp,
Barry Ungar,
Flipper,
Dark Day,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Almond,
Angry Samoans,
Skarface,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Style,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pussy Galore,
Morten Harket,
John Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
Reuben Wilson,
the Sonics,
Negative Approach,
Mandrill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shoche,
Altered Images,
X-102,
Amazonics,
Piero Umiliani,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moody Blues,
Tommy Roe,
The Motions,
the Swans,
Delta 5,
Max Romeo,
Scratch Acid,
The Last Poets,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Lydon,
The Associates,
Camberwell Now,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Absolute Body Control,
Fad Gadget,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mad Mike,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barclay James Harvest,
a-ha,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Dolphy,
Anakelly,
The Names,
The Walker Brothers,
Funkadelic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.