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 Uruguay and from Edmonton.
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 Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Rekid to the techno 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Warsaw,
Barrington Levy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
B.T. Express,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Womack,
Blake Baxter,
the Association,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultravox,
Black Flag,
Steve Hackett,
Das Ding,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Victims,
Magma,
Robert Hood,
Oneida,
Reagan Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eve St. Jones,
Yaz,
Black Moon,
Negative Approach,
Mars,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Lynne,
Unrelated Segments,
The Last Poets,
Bush Tetras,
Camberwell Now,
Pagans,
Ludus,
JFA,
Fear,
One Last Wish,
10cc,
Roxette,
Ronan,
New York Dolls,
Second Layer,
The Residents,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
These Immortal Souls,
Arab on Radar,
Sparks,
Interpol,
Thompson Twins,
The Dead C,
John Foxx,
Television Personalities,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.