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 Moldova and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Holt,
Interpol,
The Blackbyrds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fuzztones,
Animal Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
Panda Bear,
the Normal,
Kurtis Blow,
Make Up,
Blossom Toes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Evens,
The Victims,
Grey Daturas,
Bronski Beat,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Görl,
Ultravox,
James White and The Blacks,
Max Romeo,
Monks,
Von Mondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Hill,
Lebanon Hanover,
Young Marble Giants,
Skaos,
Kaleidoscope,
Wire,
Camouflage,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül,
Porter Ricks,
Ohio Players,
Lindisfarne,
Soul II Soul,
Eddi Front,
Nico,
The Mummies,
Nik Kershaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun City Girls,
Half Japanese,
Q65,
Grauzone,
Gichy Dan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sam Rivers,
Camberwell Now,
Idris Muhammad,
Scion,
Derrick May,
Dead Boys,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.