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 Equatorial Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sandy B to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
CMW,
Wasted Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Prince Buster,
Interpol,
Susan Cadogan,
Erasure,
The Searchers,
The Gun Club,
Masters at Work,
Niagra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joyce Sims,
Howard Jones,
The Angels of Light,
Swell Maps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Altered Images,
Q65,
Franke,
Peter and Kerry,
Ludus,
Boz Scaggs,
The Wake,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Sheep,
The Martian,
Pylon,
The Selecter,
Letta Mbulu,
Con Funk Shun,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Sneak,
OOIOO,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harry Pussy,
Wire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hoover,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-102,
Kurtis Blow,
Hardrive,
Fear,
Bootsy Collins,
The Raincoats,
Joe Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
Ponytail,
Scrapy,
Ten City,
Neil Young,
The Slits,
The Kinks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Zeros,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Red Krayola,
Drexciya,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.