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 Lithuania and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 The United States of America to the crunk 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Roger Hodgson,
Althea and Donna,
PIL,
Lindisfarne,
The Barracudas,
Freddie Wadling,
Babytalk,
Ossler,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Bowie,
Prince Buster,
Television Personalities,
Scion,
The Techniques,
Little Man,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Rundgren,
Second Layer,
Cluster,
Youth Brigade,
The Litter,
F. McDonald,
New Order,
Crime,
The Tremeloes,
Liliput,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Make Up,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Durutti Column,
Wolf Eyes,
Juan Atkins,
Steve Hackett,
Grauzone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Radiohead,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eli Mardock,
Yellowson,
Mr. Review,
Das Ding,
The New Christs,
Sex Pistols,
Mandrill,
Sugar Minott,
Procol Harum,
the Slits,
The Selecter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed,
Michelle Simonal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nas,
Quando Quango,
Eurythmics,
Sister Nancy,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.