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 Oman and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roger Hodgson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Young Marble Giants,
This Heat,
Davy DMX,
Sex Pistols,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dave Gahan,
Nico,
Steve Hackett,
Barrington Levy,
Mandrill,
John Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pere Ubu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moss Icon,
Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
Althea and Donna,
Nas,
China Crisis,
Radio Birdman,
Bauhaus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Near,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Martian,
Matthew Bourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masters at Work,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neu!,
Derrick May,
U.S. Maple,
Lungfish,
Organ,
Freddie Wadling,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sound,
Skaos,
Peter and Kerry,
Toni Rubio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gong,
Von Mondo,
Motorama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Duran Duran,
The Litter,
Bronski Beat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zapp,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.