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 Kazakhstan and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Eurythmics to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Buzzcocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Starr,
Boz Scaggs,
Tres Demented,
Qualms,
Section 25,
Archie Shepp,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fuzztones,
Fatback Band,
Minor Threat,
Underground Resistance,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Audionom,
KRS-One,
Ken Boothe,
R.M.O.,
Sugar Minott,
Magma,
Cybotron,
The Misunderstood,
Flash Fearless,
Model 500,
Minny Pops,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Divine Comedy,
Franke,
Sarah Menescal,
Quando Quango,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pole,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Average White Band,
kango's stein massive,
The Durutti Column,
Goldenarms,
Brothers Johnson,
New Order,
Malaria!,
Lungfish,
The Modern Lovers,
Tom Boy,
Loose Ends,
The Cowsills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Urselle,
Maurizio,
The Red Krayola,
Dave Gahan,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
Bill Wells,
F. McDonald,
Charles Mingus,
Jawbox,
Barry Ungar,
John Coltrane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.