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 Luxembourg and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Morten Harket to the dance 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Black Bananas,
Procol Harum,
Marc Almond,
Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tres Demented,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Womack,
Danielle Patucci,
Harry Pussy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Howard Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
Amazonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Organ,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare,
The Pretty Things,
Funky Four + One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Dolphy,
Oneida,
The Barracudas,
The Litter,
Malaria!,
kango's stein massive,
Schoolly D,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
R.M.O.,
Camouflage,
John Coltrane,
Brick,
Albert Ayler,
Leonard Cohen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cybotron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sixth Finger,
FM Einheit,
Donny Hathaway,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eli Mardock,
Gichy Dan,
Erykah Badu,
The Smiths,
Cal Tjader,
Ronan,
Magazine,
Dead Boys,
Eurythmics,
The Mojo Men,
Main Source,
Warren Ellis,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.