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 Jordan and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Wally Richardson 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Association,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Bowie,
Yaz,
Barclay James Harvest,
kango's stein massive,
F. McDonald,
Black Flag,
Reuben Wilson,
B.T. Express,
Sound Behaviour,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun City Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Graham Central Station,
Yazoo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sexual Harrassment,
Althea and Donna,
Can,
Cheater Slicks,
Newcleus,
Roxette,
Cal Tjader,
Crooked Eye,
Surgeon,
OOIOO,
Crime,
E-Dancer,
Little Man,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Connie Case,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kas Product,
Eve St. Jones,
Franke,
Babytalk,
Rosa Yemen,
Eden Ahbez,
Main Source,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lindisfarne,
the Sonics,
Ituana,
Sex Pistols,
Ossler,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sam Rivers,
Hot Snakes,
John Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
Barrington Levy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terry Callier,
Hardrive,
Tubeway Army,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.