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 Kyrgyzstan and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
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 güiro 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 Metal Thangz to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Minutemen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Wake,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantytec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arab on Radar,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Sherman,
Albert Ayler,
Vainqueur,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pole,
the Germs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dirtbombs,
Anakelly,
a-ha,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Bourne,
Tim Buckley,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Golliwogs,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aaron Thompson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monochrome Set,
Rekid,
Au Pairs,
Sparks,
Spoonie Gee,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
The Pop Group,
Zapp,
Brand Nubian,
The Techniques,
Desert Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television,
Maleditus Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed,
Tres Demented,
Yellowson,
The Remains,
Wire,
Toni Rubio,
Marvin Gaye,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun City Girls,
Adolescents,
Carl Craig,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.