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 Singapore and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Godley & Creme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
X-101,
Neu!,
Parry Music,
Gong,
Eric B and Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Age Steppers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Offenders,
Symarip,
Quantec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suicide,
John Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agitation Free,
Brick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
B.T. Express,
Hardrive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Charles Mingus,
Piero Umiliani,
Interpol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul II Soul,
Howard Jones,
The New Christs,
Lightning Bolt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Bananas,
Chris Corsano,
Zero Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Durutti Column,
Pierre Henry,
Shoche,
Lyres,
Don Cherry,
Isaac Hayes,
Ken Boothe,
Eve St. Jones,
Faraquet,
Television Personalities,
Tommy Roe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Angels of Light,
Lucky Dragons,
The Invisible,
Gang of Four,
Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.