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 Marshall Islands and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fad Gadget 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos 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?
Fugazi,
Peter & Gordon,
X-102,
Whodini,
Khruangbin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Finger,
Lou Christie,
The Remains,
Blake Baxter,
Circle Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
Godley & Creme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scrapy,
ABBA,
The Dead C,
Piero Umiliani,
Chrome,
The Smoke,
Crime,
Smog,
Henry Cow,
Little Man,
Eden Ahbez,
Tropical Tobacco,
Japan,
Drexciya,
Slick Rick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sparks,
The Searchers,
Reagan Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Crash Course in Science,
Kenny Larkin,
Royal Trux,
Babytalk,
Ultravox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Associates,
Connie Case,
Pagans,
Dual Sessions,
Newcleus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drive Like Jehu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pulsallama,
Cluster,
Bob Dylan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hashim,
Popol Vuh,
The Standells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Malaria!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.