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 Japan and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Television Personalities to the grime 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mummies,
DNA,
Thee Headcoats,
D'Angelo,
The Human League,
Bang On A Can,
Soul II Soul,
Neu!,
The New Christs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moby Grape,
E-Dancer,
X-Ray Spex,
Fad Gadget,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare,
Bill Near,
Yazoo,
Lower 48,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Subhumans,
Radio Birdman,
Black Flag,
Lucky Dragons,
The Young Rascals,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joensuu 1685,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brand Nubian,
Panda Bear,
The Victims,
Fatback Band,
Darondo,
Zero Boys,
Robert Görl,
The Five Americans,
Nas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Toni Rubio,
Pole,
Radiohead,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June of 44,
Newcleus,
The Divine Comedy,
David Bowie,
Smog,
Aaron Thompson,
Lyres,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Halsall,
Oneida,
The Stooges,
Black Sheep,
Ronnie Foster,
the Human League,
David McCallum,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.