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 Andorra and from London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Steve Hackett to the electroclash 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Essential Logic,
Easy Going,
Jacob Miller,
The Raincoats,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cramps,
The Cure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Altered Images,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
B.T. Express,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terry Callier,
Joy Division,
Dual Sessions,
Quadrant,
Mars,
Graham Central Station,
Talk Talk,
Ossler,
Ohio Players,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angry Samoans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Schoolly D,
Laurel Aitken,
Albert Ayler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zero Boys,
the Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
a-ha,
Faust,
Sister Nancy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Depeche Mode,
The Gladiators,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mark Hollis,
Shoche,
Tres Demented,
Marc Almond,
Metal Thangz,
Black Flag,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Simply Red,
Funkadelic,
Todd Terry,
Lebanon Hanover,
New York Dolls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
JFA,
Jerry's Kids,
Severed Heads,
The Index,
Camberwell Now,
Roxette,
Fatback Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.