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 Bhutan and from Taipei.
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 New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Pantytec,
Unwound,
Ultravox,
Reagan Youth,
Lalann,
The Fall,
MDC,
Blossom Toes,
New Age Steppers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
cv313,
Skriet,
Kenny Larkin,
Y Pants,
The Golliwogs,
Schoolly D,
Hasil Adkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Byron Stingily,
Skaos,
Gang of Four,
Moebius,
Funky Four + One,
Boredoms,
Ossler,
Susan Cadogan,
The New Christs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
Barry Ungar,
Kool Moe Dee,
The United States of America,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra,
Clear Light,
The Mojo Men,
EPMD,
Monks,
Oblivians,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Motions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Bananas,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Remains,
the Association,
Ultra Naté,
The Saints,
Thompson Twins,
Wire,
Eli Mardock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Leonard Cohen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Raincoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
Qualms,
Faraquet,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.