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 Finland and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Selecter to the rap 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cramps,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drive Like Jehu,
Henry Cow,
In Retrospect,
Lindisfarne,
The Neon Judgement,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick Morgan,
The Names,
Vainqueur,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barbara Tucker,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Sheep,
The Fuzztones,
ABBA,
Arab on Radar,
PIL,
The Sonics,
Minutemen,
Steve Hackett,
The Mummies,
The New Christs,
Don Cherry,
the Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hashim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Wake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Wells,
Flamin' Groovies,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Near,
Lebanon Hanover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suburban Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Tommy Roe,
The Red Krayola,
Fluxion,
Reagan Youth,
June of 44,
EPMD,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nico,
Scrapy,
Barry Ungar,
New Order,
Main Source,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.