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 Vietnam and from London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soft Cell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Traffic Nightmare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ossler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fugs,
Dave Gahan,
June of 44,
Flamin' Groovies,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Normal,
Royal Trux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Outsiders,
Wally Richardson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sparks,
Buzzcocks,
Bauhaus,
Wolf Eyes,
Eurythmics,
Barry Ungar,
X-102,
Archie Shepp,
a-ha,
8 Eyed Spy,
Au Pairs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
Altered Images,
Lindisfarne,
The Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Loose Ends,
Ten City,
Ultra Naté,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slave,
Pere Ubu,
The Buckinghams,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yusef Lateef,
The Offenders,
AZ,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radio Birdman,
John Foxx,
Mandrill,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fad Gadget,
the Swans,
The Stooges,
David McCallum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.