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 Poland and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Rekid to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Marine Girls,
the Slits,
Black Flag,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wire,
Gregory Isaacs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Model 500,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moleskins,
Severed Heads,
The Remains,
Organ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Josef K,
The Motions,
T. Rex,
Ultra Naté,
The Young Rascals,
Hardrive,
DJ Sneak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mr. Review,
The Gap Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Pole,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lungfish,
Alton Ellis,
The Raincoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sound Behaviour,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arcadia,
John Lydon,
Pagans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare,
The Invisible,
David Bowie,
Neil Young,
Tom Boy,
Massinfluence,
Thompson Twins,
Tommy Roe,
The Skatalites,
Urselle,
Scratch Acid,
The Trojans,
Bang On A Can,
Youth Brigade,
Janne Schatter,
Skarface,
The Doors,
The Residents,
The Dirtbombs,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.