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 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Real Kids to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Albert Ayler,
OOIOO,
Neu!,
Cheater Slicks,
Mission of Burma,
The Fugs,
Stereo Dub,
The Durutti Column,
Popol Vuh,
Visage,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bizarre Inc.,
LL Cool J,
Harry Pussy,
Heaven 17,
Ultravox,
Man Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Banda Bassotti,
Slave,
Bronski Beat,
Kerri Chandler,
Technova,
Letta Mbulu,
KRS-One,
Quadrant,
Half Japanese,
Donald Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Angels of Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moebius,
Rod Modell,
The Motions,
Can,
Second Layer,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moleskins,
Slick Rick,
Mark Hollis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swans,
X-102,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bad Manners,
Liliput,
The Selecter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Danielle Patucci,
Colin Newman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Raincoats,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.