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 Malaysia and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Donald Fagen 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 Soft Cell to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cameo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stiv Bators,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool Moe Dee,
Subhumans,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warsaw,
Aswad,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Babytalk,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Bourne,
Nils Olav,
Agitation Free,
Blake Baxter,
Pierre Henry,
cv313,
The Count Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Duran Duran,
Albert Ayler,
E-Dancer,
Zapp,
Lungfish,
The Star Department,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
T. Rex,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Inner City,
The Red Krayola,
The Smoke,
Ornette Coleman,
Barry Ungar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eli Mardock,
Jawbox,
Bang On A Can,
Aural Exciters,
Faust,
Angry Samoans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
kango's stein massive,
Essential Logic,
Von Mondo,
Severed Heads,
Donny Hathaway,
Crooked Eye,
Minnie Riperton,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.