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 Portugal and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The Misunderstood,
The Buckinghams,
Mandrill,
Television Personalities,
Unrelated Segments,
Duran Duran,
Josef K,
Unwound,
Moss Icon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deepchord,
The Real Kids,
B.T. Express,
Sam Rivers,
The Young Rascals,
David McCallum,
Steve Hackett,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dead C,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Index,
The United States of America,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magma,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quando Quango,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Sherman,
Cameo,
These Immortal Souls,
Zero Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Black Bananas,
Ituana,
Eli Mardock,
ABC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Guru Guru,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Model 500,
Nico,
E-Dancer,
Donald Byrd,
Essential Logic,
Eurythmics,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
The Seeds,
Aswad,
Henry Cow,
Royal Trux,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Slits,
Stereo Dub,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.