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 Australia and from New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 UT to the rock 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Warren Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
Groovy Waters,
Piero Umiliani,
Con Funk Shun,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Residents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
FM Einheit,
Infiniti,
Cameo,
Lindisfarne,
Mantronix,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
Derrick May,
Max Romeo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mission of Burma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jawbox,
Davy DMX,
Thee Headcoats,
Fat Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Green,
Fatback Band,
Main Source,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slits,
Rod Modell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rosa Yemen,
Blossom Toes,
Altered Images,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Motions,
Anakelly,
The Divine Comedy,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.