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 Guyana and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the punk 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Brick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ohio Players,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Television,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
Talk Talk,
The Gun Club,
Pagans,
Accadde A,
MDC,
Rod Modell,
48th St. Collective,
Index,
Mars,
the Normal,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quando Quango,
U.S. Maple,
Junior Murvin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Y Pants,
Television Personalities,
Black Moon,
Barbara Tucker,
Panda Bear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kayak,
The Monochrome Set,
Bronski Beat,
Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
Minnie Riperton,
The Zeros,
Au Pairs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Smog,
Joe Finger,
Wire,
Sound Behaviour,
Massinfluence,
Gong,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Smooth,
Main Source,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
This Heat,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang of Four,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visage,
Laurel Aitken,
Charles Mingus,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.