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 Micronesia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pantytec to the funk 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Saints,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter & Gordon,
Judy Mowatt,
Marmalade,
Basic Channel,
Bush Tetras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
JFA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABBA,
Wally Richardson,
The Star Department,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Age Steppers,
Morten Harket,
Rapeman,
Janne Schatter,
Scratch Acid,
Barrington Levy,
Livin' Joy,
Gichy Dan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Excepter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultravox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cheater Slicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Depeche Mode,
Pussy Galore,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jandek,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mandrill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wasted Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Popol Vuh,
Crash Course in Science,
Banda Bassotti,
Sugar Minott,
Tubeway Army,
The Associates,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dual Sessions,
Television,
Joe Smooth,
Television Personalities,
Monolake,
The New Christs,
The Litter,
Dawn Penn,
The Zeros,
Eli Mardock,
Fear,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.