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 Portugal and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 The Saints 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '70s 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 Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Holt,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deepchord,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Susan Cadogan,
Sugar Minott,
Iggy Pop,
Black Bananas,
Pole,
Yazoo,
Ossler,
The Black Dice,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nico,
Deakin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zapp,
Fatback Band,
JFA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABBA,
The Electric Prunes,
Smog,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hashim,
Sun Ra,
Bill Wells,
The Birthday Party,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suburban Knight,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Christie,
Soft Machine,
Skaos,
Clear Light,
AZ,
Kenny Larkin,
Shoche,
Newcleus,
Bobby Womack,
David McCallum,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sex Pistols,
Supertramp,
The United States of America,
The Pop Group,
Joe Finger,
Stereo Dub,
a-ha,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Busters,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.