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 India and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 China Crisis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Tim Buckley,
MDC,
Suicide,
kango's stein massive,
Darondo,
Kaleidoscope,
Lucky Dragons,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris & Cosey,
Barry Ungar,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxette,
Gang Green,
Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Real Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Dark Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Marine Girls,
Japan,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Teasers,
T. Rex,
Pole,
X-102,
DNA,
Ultra Naté,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Erasure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Sheep,
New Order,
Gabor Szabo,
Ossler,
The Barracudas,
The Victims,
Roxy Music,
Ultravox,
Barrington Levy,
The Count Five,
Zero Boys,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Bananas,
Zapp,
Thompson Twins,
Metal Thangz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.