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 Jordan and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Offenders to the grime 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
The Mummies,
Camouflage,
Marmalade,
Oblivians,
Bobby Sherman,
the Germs,
Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sugar Minott,
Darondo,
FM Einheit,
Tim Buckley,
The American Breed,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
World's Most,
a-ha,
EPMD,
Neu!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Essential Logic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kaleidoscope,
June Days,
Cybotron,
Swell Maps,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arcadia,
The Dirtbombs,
Mars,
Desert Stars,
Ludus,
Josef K,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sister Nancy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skaos,
Country Teasers,
The Angels of Light,
Niagra,
The Wake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thee Headcoats,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pole,
Technova,
Roger Hodgson,
Vainqueur,
Gichy Dan,
Spandau Ballet,
These Immortal Souls,
cv313,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacques Brel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David McCallum,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.