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 Thailand and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Roxy Music,
The Slackers,
The Fuzztones,
Kaleidoscope,
ABBA,
The Gories,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun Ra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
CMW,
Robert Wyatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Model 500,
Carl Craig,
Faust,
EPMD,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Sheep,
the Germs,
John Lydon,
Public Enemy,
Arab on Radar,
The Cramps,
Anakelly,
Johnny Clarke,
FM Einheit,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sound,
The Stooges,
the Fania All-Stars,
Technova,
Kayak,
The Moleskins,
Lou Christie,
Icehouse,
Main Source,
Urselle,
Moebius,
Blancmange,
Vainqueur,
Althea and Donna,
Oneida,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Offenders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Young Rascals,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Evens,
The Divine Comedy,
Godley & Creme,
Sällskapet,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.