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 South Africa and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Evens,
Junior Murvin,
the Human League,
Outsiders,
Rod Modell,
Wings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Desert Stars,
Public Enemy,
Tommy Roe,
Brass Construction,
Average White Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fall,
Bronski Beat,
Marmalade,
Con Funk Shun,
Minny Pops,
Bizarre Inc.,
Silicon Teens,
The Fortunes,
Radiohead,
The Techniques,
The Walker Brothers,
Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Offenders,
Slick Rick,
New Order,
Zero Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Sam Rivers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantaleimon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Dolphy,
Flipper,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Motions,
the Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Bourne,
MC5,
This Heat,
F. McDonald,
Excepter,
Loose Ends,
A Certain Ratio,
World's Most,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slave,
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.