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 Beijing.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Godley & Creme to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Franke,
Television Personalities,
Television,
Goldenarms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fear,
The Durutti Column,
The Fuzztones,
The Wake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wasted Youth,
The Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
Wire,
Smog,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cramps,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doors,
The Cure,
Alice Coltrane,
Model 500,
Malaria!,
Dark Day,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Görl,
Grauzone,
Minutemen,
Soul II Soul,
Zapp,
The Divine Comedy,
Bob Dylan,
Half Japanese,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
The Invisible,
Bush Tetras,
David McCallum,
Pere Ubu,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronan,
Zero Boys,
David Axelrod,
X-Ray Spex,
Dave Gahan,
DNA,
Interpol,
Intrusion,
10cc,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yaz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
AZ,
Whodini,
The Gap Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Move,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.