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 Bulgaria and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
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 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 A Certain Ratio to the techno 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Neil Young,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television Personalities,
Chrome,
The Motions,
Pere Ubu,
The Saints,
Ludus,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smoke,
Freddie Wadling,
X-102,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacob Miller,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Copeland,
The Martian,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Misunderstood,
World's Most,
Babytalk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terry Callier,
Das Ding,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Real Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
Funkadelic,
Camberwell Now,
Josef K,
Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
Arcadia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mission of Burma,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dave Gahan,
Donald Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fela Kuti,
Sister Nancy,
Metal Thangz,
Dead Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Byron Stingily,
F. McDonald,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pantaleimon,
The Mojo Men,
Youth Brigade,
Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Hood,
Nirvana,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.