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 Netherlands and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 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 Lyon 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 theremin 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 B.T. Express to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warsaw,
Model 500,
Buzzcocks,
Sugar Minott,
Los Fastidios,
Hashim,
Joensuu 1685,
Harmonia,
Lou Christie,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anthony Braxton,
The Shadows of Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Move,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Grass Roots,
The New Christs,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fall,
Panda Bear,
Derrick May,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Skarface,
The Cramps,
Smog,
Depeche Mode,
June of 44,
Warren Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Au Pairs,
OOIOO,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smiths,
The Tremeloes,
Eddi Front,
Echospace,
Arcadia,
Adolescents,
T.S.O.L.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Parry Music,
Eve St. Jones,
Minutemen,
Gichy Dan,
Popol Vuh,
Ten City,
JFA,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.