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 Slovakia 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Moon,
June of 44,
The Beau Brummels,
Brass Construction,
Absolute Body Control,
Dual Sessions,
The Velvet Underground,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra,
Delta 5,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Christie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Duran Duran,
The Cowsills,
Banda Bassotti,
Fear,
The Sound,
Rod Modell,
Joyce Sims,
X-102,
Rapeman,
The Misunderstood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Red Krayola,
Dennis Brown,
Skaos,
Wire,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Clarke,
Agitation Free,
Roxy Music,
The Monks,
Surgeon,
Cymande,
Pagans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Qualms,
Todd Rundgren,
Con Funk Shun,
Letta Mbulu,
Blossom Toes,
New Order,
Second Layer,
Fatback Band,
Colin Newman,
New York Dolls,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jawbox,
Arab on Radar,
The Slackers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Buzzcocks,
The Birthday Party,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.