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 Syria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Angry Samoans to the dance 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flash Fearless,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed,
Minnie Riperton,
Rites of Spring,
Lindisfarne,
The Moody Blues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Main Source,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
This Heat,
The Mummies,
Surgeon,
Mars,
Moss Icon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The J.B.'s,
The Kinks,
Newcleus,
Dennis Brown,
Lightning Bolt,
Thompson Twins,
Massinfluence,
FM Einheit,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rekid,
10cc,
Glenn Branca,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Pop Group,
a-ha,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
Ludus,
Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
Parry Music,
Heaven 17,
Eve St. Jones,
L. Decosne,
Man Parrish,
JFA,
The Grass Roots,
Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Terry,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deepchord,
The Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra,
Robert Hood,
Cecil Taylor,
Shuggie Otis,
Siglo XX,
Reagan Youth,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.