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 Estonia and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Cale to the funk 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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Negative Approach,
Gichy Dan,
Mission of Burma,
Crime,
Schoolly D,
Niagra,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonic Youth,
Moss Icon,
Groovy Waters,
The Blues Magoos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul II Soul,
Wasted Youth,
Guru Guru,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mandrill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Halsall,
The Buckinghams,
a-ha,
The Slackers,
Motorama,
Fela Kuti,
Dead Boys,
The Names,
Jimmy McGriff,
Connie Case,
Kool Moe Dee,
Urselle,
Chrome,
Altered Images,
Scratch Acid,
Leonard Cohen,
Severed Heads,
Patti Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Surgeon,
The Knickerbockers,
The Move,
Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shoche,
KRS-One,
Althea and Donna,
B.T. Express,
The Real Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
Monks,
Silicon Teens,
Slave,
Nation of Ulysses,
This Heat,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.