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 Uganda and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ludus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Suicide,
Magazine,
Thee Headcoats,
Warren Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Metal Thangz,
Pere Ubu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eurythmics,
Bob Dylan,
Clear Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Coltrane,
Jandek,
Soft Machine,
Lyres,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Vogues,
Black Bananas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joensuu 1685,
Blancmange,
PIL,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Black Dice,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wasted Youth,
Royal Trux,
Dawn Penn,
Chris Corsano,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultravox,
Yaz,
Alison Limerick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gichy Dan,
Barrington Levy,
Aloha Tigers,
Susan Cadogan,
Pulsallama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shoche,
Ronan,
Bobby Womack,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Hood,
John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gladiators,
The Knickerbockers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stereo Dub,
Sound Behaviour,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quando Quango,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.