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 Hungary and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Gun Club to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Avey Tare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bronski Beat,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry's Kids,
Altered Images,
The Divine Comedy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fat Boys,
The Techniques,
Roger Hodgson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oneida,
Mandrill,
Aural Exciters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
Funky Four + One,
Anthony Braxton,
Intrusion,
The Walker Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Khruangbin,
The Gap Band,
Charles Mingus,
The United States of America,
Sex Pistols,
Glenn Branca,
Royal Trux,
Dark Day,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Near,
Niagra,
Chrome,
Joy Division,
Morten Harket,
The Selecter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nils Olav,
The Smiths,
Underground Resistance,
Adolescents,
The Buckinghams,
Jacques Brel,
Unwound,
Sight & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
Lucky Dragons,
Index,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smoke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boz Scaggs,
The Barracudas,
Massinfluence,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.