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 Moldova and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Holger Czukay 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Seeds,
cv313,
Mad Mike,
Eli Mardock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joyce Sims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mo-Dettes,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Hill,
Essential Logic,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Star Department,
Barbara Tucker,
Joy Division,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül,
Lungfish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Remains,
U.S. Maple,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Fluxion,
Bobby Byrd,
Cluster,
Quando Quango,
The Durutti Column,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Invisible,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Lynne,
Japan,
Sun Ra,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Organ,
Malaria!,
Wasted Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Colin Newman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cure,
ABC,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slits,
Unwound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kayak,
Gerry Rafferty,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.