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 Fiji and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Donald Fagen 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 Tremeloes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bronski Beat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultra Naté,
The Blues Magoos,
Depeche Mode,
Slave,
Matthew Halsall,
Arab on Radar,
Eurythmics,
Pantaleimon,
Funkadelic,
Essential Logic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oblivians,
Visage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
Rhythm & Sound,
Howard Jones,
Ossler,
T. Rex,
The Techniques,
K-Klass,
Sun City Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
E-Dancer,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eli Mardock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T.S.O.L.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shuggie Otis,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wolf Eyes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yellowson,
Lalann,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
R.M.O.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Malaria!,
Second Layer,
Black Moon,
Brass Construction,
The Fall,
Vladislav Delay,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minnie Riperton,
Simply Red,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Foxx,
the Normal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Almond,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.