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 Tunisia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Birthday Party to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
R.M.O.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quando Quango,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tears for Fears,
Loose Ends,
Oneida,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lakeside,
Neil Young,
Organ,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül II,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiohead,
Deadbeat,
Archie Shepp,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Remains,
Negative Approach,
Urselle,
Angry Samoans,
Ronnie Foster,
Carl Craig,
Visage,
La Düsseldorf,
U.S. Maple,
Das Ding,
Second Layer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare,
MC5,
Todd Terry,
Bauhaus,
Ultravox,
Camberwell Now,
Motorama,
Guru Guru,
A Certain Ratio,
T.S.O.L.,
Letta Mbulu,
Yusef Lateef,
Rotary Connection,
Barry Ungar,
These Immortal Souls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
10cc,
Liliput,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mojo Men,
Gong,
H. Thieme,
Cybotron,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.