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 Barbados and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 the Association to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose 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?
Minny Pops,
Steve Hackett,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mojo Men,
Skriet,
the Bar-Kays,
Flash Fearless,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lindisfarne,
Dead Boys,
Marmalade,
Vladislav Delay,
CMW,
Bluetip,
Jeff Mills,
The Associates,
Skaos,
Mission of Burma,
Boz Scaggs,
Mantronix,
Television,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantytec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mummies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aswad,
La Düsseldorf,
Average White Band,
David Bowie,
JFA,
Fear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alison Limerick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moby Grape,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed,
Goldenarms,
Radio Birdman,
Funkadelic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Banda Bassotti,
Sister Nancy,
Make Up,
KRS-One,
OOIOO,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slackers,
H. Thieme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Trojans,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grey Daturas,
Scion,
Excepter,
Godley & Creme,
Chris & Cosey,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.