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 Mauritania and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 The Slits to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Stereo Dub,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Victims,
Charles Mingus,
Wolf Eyes,
Agitation Free,
Half Japanese,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Carl Craig,
8 Eyed Spy,
Goldenarms,
Animal Collective,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Christie,
10cc,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Wells,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Bourne,
The Tremeloes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faraquet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Los Fastidios,
Hasil Adkins,
kango's stein massive,
Simply Red,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Germs,
Loose Ends,
The Divine Comedy,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Archie Shepp,
The Birthday Party,
Popol Vuh,
Unrelated Segments,
Absolute Body Control,
Cecil Taylor,
New York Dolls,
Funky Four + One,
Aaron Thompson,
The Standells,
Sound Behaviour,
Alton Ellis,
Von Mondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donny Hathaway,
Trumans Water,
D'Angelo,
The Happenings,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grauzone,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.