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 Marshall Islands and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crispian St. Peters to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Patti Smith,
Gong,
K-Klass,
Kas Product,
Jawbox,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Style,
Black Moon,
The Gap Band,
T. Rex,
Maurizio,
Marvin Gaye,
Angry Samoans,
Funky Four + One,
Wire,
Throbbing Gristle,
Colin Newman,
Oblivians,
Section 25,
Freddie Wadling,
Harmonia,
Andrew Hill,
Delta 5,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fortunes,
The Grass Roots,
John Foxx,
Index,
Rufus Thomas,
Make Up,
Nik Kershaw,
Chrome,
Godley & Creme,
Fatback Band,
In Retrospect,
the Slits,
Brand Nubian,
Inner City,
Von Mondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick May,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sparks,
Stereo Dub,
Infiniti,
Zapp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Los Fastidios,
Ludus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nico,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fugazi,
Robert Görl,
10cc,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.