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 Uganda and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Magazine 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABBA,
Royal Trux,
Shoche,
Minny Pops,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter & Gordon,
Underground Resistance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barry Ungar,
Eden Ahbez,
The Five Americans,
Scan 7,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Invisible,
Lightning Bolt,
The Toasters,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Görl,
PIL,
Fela Kuti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Alison Limerick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
AZ,
Inner City,
Aural Exciters,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faust,
Audionom,
The American Breed,
Hoover,
Ludus,
the Sonics,
DNA,
The Kinks,
The Cramps,
Country Teasers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
Moss Icon,
Camberwell Now,
Deepchord,
Faraquet,
Hot Snakes,
Mandrill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sällskapet,
One Last Wish,
The Doors,
the Germs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
F. McDonald,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.