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 Bulgaria and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 The Modern Lovers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Swans,
Bush Tetras,
Deadbeat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Audionom,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Görl,
Scrapy,
Minutemen,
R.M.O.,
the Slits,
Babytalk,
Susan Cadogan,
Smog,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter and Kerry,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blackbyrds,
Reagan Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Letta Mbulu,
Quando Quango,
Oneida,
Aaron Thompson,
Warsaw,
The Litter,
Agent Orange,
Cameo,
The Knickerbockers,
Excepter,
U.S. Maple,
Deepchord,
The Victims,
The United States of America,
Crooked Eye,
Clear Light,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Green,
Little Man,
Faraquet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Althea and Donna,
Sound Behaviour,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Groovy Waters,
CMW,
Pierre Henry,
Whodini,
Outsiders,
Zapp,
Marc Almond,
Robert Hood,
The Happenings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rakim,
Connie Case,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.