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 Micronesia and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Colin Newman to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Little Man,
The Fire Engines,
MDC,
LL Cool J,
Harmonia,
John Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
Dead Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Glenn Branca,
The Raincoats,
Hot Snakes,
Pussy Galore,
Sound Behaviour,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Star Department,
Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
June Days,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wally Richardson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shoche,
The Divine Comedy,
John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
Howard Jones,
Thompson Twins,
Oneida,
The Skatalites,
The Remains,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Move,
Nas,
Darondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Josef K,
The Slackers,
Neil Young,
Yusef Lateef,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Techniques,
Liliput,
Con Funk Shun,
Quantec,
Deepchord,
T.S.O.L.,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare,
Arab on Radar,
Pylon,
Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Duran Duran,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.