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 Moldova and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grime 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nirvana,
John Foxx,
The Offenders,
Malaria!,
Roger Hodgson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Terry,
Aswad,
Wire,
Ten City,
The Slackers,
Jerry's Kids,
Massinfluence,
Spandau Ballet,
June of 44,
Clear Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Franke,
The Monks,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare,
The Last Poets,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moebius,
Infiniti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marvin Gaye,
Con Funk Shun,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fad Gadget,
Howard Jones,
Porter Ricks,
Half Japanese,
Sex Pistols,
The Gories,
Vladislav Delay,
Danielle Patucci,
The Human League,
Gang Green,
Tropical Tobacco,
Albert Ayler,
Theoretical Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Technova,
Kenny Larkin,
Archie Shepp,
Surgeon,
U.S. Maple,
X-Ray Spex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Toasters,
MC5,
Reuben Wilson,
Monolake,
Magma,
June Days,
Visage,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.