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 Senegal and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Maleditus Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
Zero Boys,
Severed Heads,
Icehouse,
Yazoo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül II,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yaz,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Silicon Teens,
Pantaleimon,
The Names,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Motions,
The Skatalites,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
D'Angelo,
Quantec,
Bronski Beat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bauhaus,
Patti Smith,
Mr. Review,
Duran Duran,
Warsaw,
The Velvet Underground,
The Count Five,
CMW,
Wire,
Masters at Work,
The Vogues,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed,
Nik Kershaw,
Donny Hathaway,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
World's Most,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Association,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller,
Black Bananas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cal Tjader,
Black Moon,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blues Magoos,
DNA,
Nils Olav,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.