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 Cairo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Audionom,
Blancmange,
Eve St. Jones,
Iggy Pop,
Fatback Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Technova,
The Saints,
Bill Wells,
Skarface,
The Leaves,
The Modern Lovers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Names,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Altered Images,
Cymande,
Judy Mowatt,
Yusef Lateef,
Oneida,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slits,
John Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dave Gahan,
ABBA,
Suburban Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
Negative Approach,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed,
Das Ding,
Spoonie Gee,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Offenders,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young,
Kas Product,
Heaven 17,
John Lydon,
Robert Wyatt,
Connie Case,
MC5,
Anthony Braxton,
Yazoo,
Faraquet,
Youth Brigade,
the Slits,
E-Dancer,
DJ Sneak,
The Busters,
Niagra,
John Holt,
The Misunderstood,
Barbara Tucker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.