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 Croatia and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Nik Kershaw to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
The Music Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Malaria!,
Joyce Sims,
The Five Americans,
Roxette,
The Dead C,
Marvin Gaye,
Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
John Lydon,
Juan Atkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Rundgren,
10cc,
Warsaw,
The Barracudas,
The Angels of Light,
Make Up,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
Slick Rick,
John Holt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Lynne,
Dark Day,
This Heat,
Faust,
New Order,
Derrick Morgan,
Stetsasonic,
ABBA,
Monolake,
Cymande,
Drive Like Jehu,
Depeche Mode,
Anakelly,
Soul II Soul,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Misunderstood,
Idris Muhammad,
The Saints,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
MDC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bauhaus,
The Pretty Things,
Junior Murvin,
cv313,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonic Youth,
The Busters,
Iggy Pop,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Womack,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.