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 Rwanda and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Robert Hood,
Cymande,
Lower 48,
Suburban Knight,
Sonic Youth,
Josef K,
Boz Scaggs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Starr,
Shuggie Otis,
La Düsseldorf,
Whodini,
Essential Logic,
In Retrospect,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lyres,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Order,
Second Layer,
K-Klass,
PIL,
The Names,
The Red Krayola,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
June Days,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Almond,
Infiniti,
kango's stein massive,
Depeche Mode,
Popol Vuh,
Dead Boys,
The Five Americans,
Tubeway Army,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marmalade,
Junior Murvin,
Grauzone,
R.M.O.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Icehouse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
Marine Girls,
Jawbox,
Boredoms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alison Limerick,
Dennis Brown,
Gregory Isaacs,
Newcleus,
Todd Terry,
Lindisfarne,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.