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 St Lucia and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grunge 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Fad Gadget,
Howard Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lindisfarne,
Cymande,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mad Mike,
The Neon Judgement,
Royal Trux,
The Birthday Party,
Althea and Donna,
Urselle,
Soulsonic Force,
In Retrospect,
Blake Baxter,
Depeche Mode,
Flipper,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Bourne,
Tom Boy,
The Star Department,
Pole,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harmonia,
Alison Limerick,
Pylon,
The Standells,
Smog,
Ultra Naté,
Ornette Coleman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moleskins,
Grey Daturas,
Masters at Work,
Moss Icon,
Groovy Waters,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang of Four,
Y Pants,
Interpol,
Morten Harket,
The Trojans,
Altered Images,
Jawbox,
Joyce Sims,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Starr,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unwound,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Görl,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABC,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blancmange,
X-Ray Spex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.