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 Maldives and from New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lou Reed 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 Public Enemy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Busters,
The J.B.'s,
Absolute Body Control,
Gong,
New York Dolls,
Procol Harum,
Rufus Thomas,
Juan Atkins,
the Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Sheep,
Dead Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slackers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heaven 17,
Blake Baxter,
the Association,
Duran Duran,
Frankie Knuckles,
Guru Guru,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Human League,
The Wake,
June of 44,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marine Girls,
Los Fastidios,
These Immortal Souls,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Wells,
Subhumans,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Magazine,
Todd Terry,
ABC,
DJ Sneak,
The Fuzztones,
Alphaville,
Pole,
Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nico,
Echospace,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra,
Robert Wyatt,
Surgeon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scientists,
Pagans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Second Layer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.