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 Malta and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yaz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxy Music,
The Techniques,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moleskins,
Dennis Brown,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy Collins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ken Boothe,
Danielle Patucci,
The Tremeloes,
John Holt,
Intrusion,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Porter Ricks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
F. McDonald,
Unwound,
Supertramp,
Peter and Kerry,
Maurizio,
Livin' Joy,
Chris Corsano,
Faust,
Thompson Twins,
Barry Ungar,
Lyres,
Anthony Braxton,
Sound Behaviour,
Chrome,
Subhumans,
the Human League,
Ten City,
Bill Wells,
T. Rex,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Byrd,
Camouflage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Accadde A,
John Cale,
The Fall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tubeway Army,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantaleimon,
Colin Newman,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.