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 Mali and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the techno 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gladiators,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nico,
a-ha,
Swans,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Little Man,
The Velvet Underground,
La Düsseldorf,
The Litter,
The Misunderstood,
Blancmange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ohio Players,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T. Rex,
Bush Tetras,
OOIOO,
Eurythmics,
Qualms,
Panda Bear,
The Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalo Schifrin,
48th St. Collective,
Second Layer,
The Last Poets,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sandy B,
Rites of Spring,
the Bar-Kays,
The Modern Lovers,
Animal Collective,
Rotary Connection,
The Divine Comedy,
Technova,
CMW,
Fatback Band,
Connie Case,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Sonics,
Erasure,
Joy Division,
Maurizio,
Pantaleimon,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Metal Thangz,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slackers,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.