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 Brunei and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 The Birthday Party to the electroclash 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers,
The Doors,
Fear,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mojo Men,
The Golliwogs,
The Smoke,
Soft Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Last Poets,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Womack,
Crime,
Echospace,
Slick Rick,
Stetsasonic,
Absolute Body Control,
Camberwell Now,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erykah Badu,
Pylon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
Tres Demented,
Monolake,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kayak,
Sister Nancy,
CMW,
Skarface,
Rufus Thomas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quadrant,
This Heat,
Yellowson,
the Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Bourne,
Don Cherry,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Neon Judgement,
EPMD,
Bobbi Humphrey,
La Düsseldorf,
Warsaw,
Minutemen,
X-101,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
AZ,
Sam Rivers,
Ossler,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.