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 Mongolia 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
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 snare 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 Black Flag to the funk 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare,
Rekid,
Tommy Roe,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
Black Pus,
Adolescents,
Fad Gadget,
The Smoke,
Harmonia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Janne Schatter,
The Cure,
Zapp,
Bang On A Can,
Rosa Yemen,
Faraquet,
EPMD,
Laurel Aitken,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Offenders,
New York Dolls,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Clarke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Little Man,
Barry Ungar,
Procol Harum,
Quando Quango,
These Immortal Souls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thee Headcoats,
Eve St. Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T.S.O.L.,
X-Ray Spex,
Urselle,
The American Breed,
Ituana,
Morten Harket,
The Cramps,
Bush Tetras,
Wally Richardson,
X-102,
Nation of Ulysses,
Silicon Teens,
The Golliwogs,
Visage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liliput,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Vogues,
Index,
Prince Buster,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.