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 United Kingdom and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kenny Larkin to the electroclash 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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Visage,
Joyce Sims,
Zapp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Rundgren,
Jandek,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crime,
Yazoo,
Roger Hodgson,
Flash Fearless,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oblivians,
Ludus,
Ken Boothe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Los Fastidios,
Harmonia,
Loose Ends,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Christie,
Janne Schatter,
The Gladiators,
Pharoah Sanders,
10cc,
The Grass Roots,
The Buckinghams,
Ohio Players,
Shuggie Otis,
The Selecter,
The Cure,
Jerry's Kids,
Pulsallama,
The Victims,
Rekid,
DNA,
Graham Central Station,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radio Birdman,
the Swans,
Television,
Basic Channel,
Severed Heads,
The Birthday Party,
Freddie Wadling,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Axelrod,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter and Kerry,
Hasil Adkins,
X-Ray Spex,
Aswad,
The Leaves,
Suicide,
Scratch Acid,
The Index,
Blossom Toes,
The Searchers,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.