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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Maurizio 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Model 500,
Sällskapet,
The Young Rascals,
Magazine,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang On A Can,
Lyres,
The J.B.'s,
Groovy Waters,
Inner City,
Maurizio,
UT,
The Fire Engines,
Sparks,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Walker Brothers,
Rakim,
The Monks,
Yellowson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Bowie,
B.T. Express,
Talk Talk,
The Skatalites,
Terrestrial Tones,
Slave,
Darondo,
Lakeside,
The Mummies,
Johnny Clarke,
China Crisis,
Suburban Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fugazi,
The Misunderstood,
John Foxx,
The Seeds,
the Germs,
Aaron Thompson,
K-Klass,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hot Snakes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
Chris & Cosey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Leaves,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marine Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Altered Images,
the Slits,
Fluxion,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.