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 Liberia and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Erasure to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
Negative Approach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Mark Hollis,
Ice-T,
Blancmange,
Thompson Twins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Absolute Body Control,
Adolescents,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Skatalites,
The United States of America,
The Smiths,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Teasers,
Tears for Fears,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tres Demented,
Brick,
Sun Ra,
Agent Orange,
Loose Ends,
Minny Pops,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Birthday Party,
Ultra Naté,
Oblivians,
Brothers Johnson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Isaac Hayes,
Deakin,
The Dead C,
Harry Pussy,
The Happenings,
Agitation Free,
The Dirtbombs,
The Saints,
The Mummies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quantec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yellowson,
The Martian,
Oneida,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rosa Yemen,
Stetsasonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slackers,
Sandy B,
Matthew Halsall,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.