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 South Sudan and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Invisible to the rock 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Peter and Kerry,
Siglo XX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
China Crisis,
The Moleskins,
John Lydon,
Fad Gadget,
Vladislav Delay,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Simply Red,
The Grass Roots,
Blossom Toes,
Maurizio,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick May,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Golliwogs,
Lalann,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Durutti Column,
X-101,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Green,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ornette Coleman,
The Evens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brothers Johnson,
Porter Ricks,
Kas Product,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Five Americans,
The Slackers,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doors,
The Fugs,
Gang of Four,
Eurythmics,
Quando Quango,
Eli Mardock,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Sherman,
T.S.O.L.,
Pierre Henry,
Television Personalities,
Rod Modell,
The Fuzztones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Arcadia,
Animal Collective,
Surgeon,
The Sound,
the Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
The Monks,
The Young Rascals,
Pulsallama,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.