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 Grenada and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sisters of Mercy to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-101,
The Moody Blues,
Pole,
The Selecter,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doors,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gladiators,
This Heat,
Au Pairs,
The New Christs,
Ohio Players,
Pantytec,
Chris & Cosey,
New Order,
Radiohead,
The Detroit Cobras,
K-Klass,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Theoretical Girls,
ABC,
The Beau Brummels,
Dawn Penn,
the Germs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Inner City,
Gabor Szabo,
Index,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick May,
Essential Logic,
Prince Buster,
Black Bananas,
The Pretty Things,
Graham Central Station,
Visage,
Althea and Donna,
Darondo,
Sam Rivers,
Judy Mowatt,
Desert Stars,
Grauzone,
Matthew Bourne,
MC5,
CMW,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Flag,
Minnie Riperton,
The Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
Dark Day,
Zero Boys,
Urselle,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers,
Moby Grape,
Depeche Mode,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.