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 Mauritania and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the funk 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Half Japanese,
These Immortal Souls,
Marine Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Lynne,
Kurtis Blow,
Nas,
The Searchers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oneida,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül II,
Crash Course in Science,
K-Klass,
Dead Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quantec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Barracudas,
H. Thieme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ludus,
Gerry Rafferty,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faust,
Ronnie Foster,
John Lydon,
The Red Krayola,
Japan,
Rufus Thomas,
Can,
The Misunderstood,
Moss Icon,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warsaw,
The Star Department,
U.S. Maple,
Pylon,
Camberwell Now,
Scientists,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Clarke,
Babytalk,
Flipper,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Khruangbin,
Danielle Patucci,
Ten City,
Unwound,
T.S.O.L.,
Loose Ends,
Fela Kuti,
Eden Ahbez,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.