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 South Africa and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Bootsy Collins to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Henry Cow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Simply Red,
Funkadelic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reuben Wilson,
The Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cybotron,
Reagan Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gong,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Finger,
The Invisible,
Kevin Saunderson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moss Icon,
Alton Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fugazi,
Kas Product,
Groovy Waters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Depeche Mode,
kango's stein massive,
Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
The Move,
Livin' Joy,
Tubeway Army,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tres Demented,
Morten Harket,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
One Last Wish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Davy DMX,
cv313,
Excepter,
Todd Terry,
Arcadia,
Moebius,
Joy Division,
Josef K,
Boredoms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Banda Bassotti,
Bob Dylan,
Make Up,
The Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
The Remains,
Juan Atkins,
Easy Going,
Magazine,
The Evens,
MC5,
Duran Duran,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.