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 Dominican Republic and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 OOIOO to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
The Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
Stiv Bators,
Shoche,
Eric B and Rakim,
James White and The Blacks,
Trumans Water,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Whodini,
Nas,
Arcadia,
The Moleskins,
Buzzcocks,
The Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
The Real Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacques Brel,
Vainqueur,
Scientists,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gories,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cramps,
PIL,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Adolescents,
The Techniques,
The Fugs,
Brothers Johnson,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Dolphy,
Leonard Cohen,
LL Cool J,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Sheep,
Sun City Girls,
Erasure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Max Romeo,
Absolute Body Control,
La Düsseldorf,
Connie Case,
Goldenarms,
Stetsasonic,
Nils Olav,
Flipper,
Aural Exciters,
David Axelrod,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Oblivians,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.