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 Philippines and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suburban Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cal Tjader,
Easy Going,
Delon & Dalcan,
Interpol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Desert Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
Ossler,
Barbara Tucker,
Gong,
Drexciya,
the Normal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liliput,
Sugar Minott,
Sex Pistols,
Pere Ubu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Banda Bassotti,
Second Layer,
the Germs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Enemy,
Groovy Waters,
Colin Newman,
Stetsasonic,
Babytalk,
Soul II Soul,
Cybotron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camberwell Now,
Mr. Review,
The Red Krayola,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
Hoover,
Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
Clear Light,
Mad Mike,
Scientists,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siglo XX,
Cluster,
OOIOO,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lungfish,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pierre Henry,
Magazine,
Todd Terry,
Marc Almond,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.