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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the punk 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Deakin,
Soul II Soul,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visage,
Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-101,
the Swans,
The Happenings,
Buzzcocks,
Ice-T,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liliput,
The J.B.'s,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Howard Jones,
Boredoms,
The Smoke,
The Angels of Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Names,
Smog,
Darondo,
Bluetip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Circle Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Martian,
Nik Kershaw,
Stiv Bators,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
D'Angelo,
Oblivians,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Beau Brummels,
Zero Boys,
Harmonia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultra Naté,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Clear Light,
Black Flag,
OOIOO,
La Düsseldorf,
Mo-Dettes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hot Snakes,
The Cramps,
the Normal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skriet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Qualms,
The Standells,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.