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 Italy and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Pulsallama to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
The Sound,
Adolescents,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül II,
Arab on Radar,
Swell Maps,
The Associates,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Swans,
Black Flag,
Jacob Miller,
Toni Rubio,
James White and The Blacks,
Stereo Dub,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
Funky Four + One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Dolphy,
Japan,
Television Personalities,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry's Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Letta Mbulu,
Minny Pops,
Moby Grape,
Cal Tjader,
Guru Guru,
Archie Shepp,
The Dirtbombs,
Zero Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Bush Tetras,
Mr. Review,
Josef K,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
Eddi Front,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fluxion,
Young Marble Giants,
Simply Red,
Lou Christie,
Spoonie Gee,
Carl Craig,
Ten City,
Bluetip,
Scratch Acid,
Joyce Sims,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cramps,
Crime,
Scion,
Brick,
Cluster,
T. Rex,
Fugazi,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.