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 Morocco and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Harry Pussy to the disco 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thee Headcoats,
Joy Division,
Sex Pistols,
Josef K,
Toni Rubio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Theoretical Girls,
David Bowie,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiohead,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T. Rex,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zero Boys,
Newcleus,
The Slits,
The Techniques,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The American Breed,
The Selecter,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stereo Dub,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dirtbombs,
Parry Music,
Maurizio,
Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Starr,
Kenny Larkin,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Chrome,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kayak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
Gregory Isaacs,
La Düsseldorf,
B.T. Express,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skriet,
Wolf Eyes,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Bourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minutemen,
Mo-Dettes,
Agitation Free,
Quando Quango,
Bill Near,
Dead Boys,
Sandy B,
The Zeros,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slave,
June Days,
Mr. Review,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.