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 Lithuania and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Bronski Beat to the dance 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maurizio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swell Maps,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pulsallama,
The Dirtbombs,
Dual Sessions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Schoolly D,
The Flesh Eaters,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eve St. Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scion,
John Coltrane,
Yaz,
Man Parrish,
Lindisfarne,
The Neon Judgement,
Ken Boothe,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
KRS-One,
The Human League,
Television,
Q and Not U,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Mills,
New Age Steppers,
Fatback Band,
The Gories,
Moebius,
Sällskapet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mars,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick May,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minnie Riperton,
Cameo,
Ronnie Foster,
Organ,
Scan 7,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DNA,
Todd Terry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skriet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Albert Ayler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.