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 Papua New Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rock 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Leonard Cohen,
Section 25,
Susan Cadogan,
Das Ding,
Scrapy,
LL Cool J,
Patti Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Suicide,
The Selecter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camouflage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aloha Tigers,
ABC,
The Zeros,
The Fugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Juan Atkins,
Amazonics,
Hashim,
Alton Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Christie,
Anakelly,
Iggy Pop,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moby Grape,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Can,
The Fortunes,
Marc Almond,
The Grass Roots,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stiv Bators,
Toni Rubio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flipper,
Joy Division,
Scientists,
Freddie Wadling,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eli Mardock,
Zapp,
Josef K,
Mission of Burma,
Soul II Soul,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Görl,
Ice-T,
Funky Four + One,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Bourne,
Wasted Youth,
Reagan Youth,
Erasure,
Marine Girls,
Oneida,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.