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 Iceland and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 The Victims to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Index,
Hardrive,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Near,
Prince Buster,
The Vogues,
Aswad,
The Smoke,
Neil Young,
The Slackers,
Jandek,
The Gap Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Dolphy,
Scion,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moody Blues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mr. Review,
Freddie Wadling,
Fluxion,
KRS-One,
Rhythm & Sound,
Patti Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Residents,
Clear Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Teasers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Music Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radio Birdman,
Nils Olav,
Second Layer,
Tim Buckley,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Style,
Quantec,
World's Most,
Wolf Eyes,
Reuben Wilson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cramps,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ice-T,
Loose Ends,
Oblivians,
Toni Rubio,
Roxy Music,
Thompson Twins,
Bob Dylan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.