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 Argentina and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blancmange to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rakim,
Technova,
Outsiders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crime,
Amon Düül II,
Joey Negro,
Slick Rick,
The Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brass Construction,
The Barracudas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Searchers,
Eurythmics,
Stetsasonic,
CMW,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minutemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Isaac Hayes,
The Names,
Buzzcocks,
Black Moon,
The Evens,
The Martian,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blake Baxter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris & Cosey,
Make Up,
Terry Callier,
Patti Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delta 5,
The Smoke,
Freddie Wadling,
World's Most,
Donald Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
R.M.O.,
Whodini,
Scion,
Morten Harket,
Reuben Wilson,
Scientists,
Fat Boys,
New Age Steppers,
This Heat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
KRS-One,
Visage,
Lightning Bolt,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Byron Stingily,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.