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 Romania and from Seoul.
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 Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Albert Ayler to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
The Gories,
Cheater Slicks,
Pulsallama,
Nico,
The Gap Band,
The Evens,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Association,
The Victims,
Mr. Review,
Sun City Girls,
Fat Boys,
Gang of Four,
Bobbi Humphrey,
E-Dancer,
The Martian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visage,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Near,
Ohio Players,
Todd Terry,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy Collins,
Archie Shepp,
Hashim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Darondo,
Eli Mardock,
The Mummies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blossom Toes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Newcleus,
The Five Americans,
Lower 48,
Monolake,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q and Not U,
The Techniques,
Sixth Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
Funky Four + One,
Moby Grape,
Ice-T,
The Red Krayola,
One Last Wish,
Dawn Penn,
Jandek,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arcadia,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.