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 Botswana and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 The Vogues to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Los Fastidios,
Zapp,
Duran Duran,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alton Ellis,
Marmalade,
Oblivians,
Scion,
X-101,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Starr,
Japan,
Pagans,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Selecter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Albert Ayler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Dolphy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Association,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warsaw,
Nirvana,
Easy Going,
Henry Cow,
Black Pus,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gun Club,
Black Moon,
B.T. Express,
KRS-One,
Todd Rundgren,
Brothers Johnson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Metal Thangz,
Wally Richardson,
Ice-T,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kaleidoscope,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bad Manners,
Whodini,
Au Pairs,
Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Music Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.