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 Maldives and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 The Buckinghams to the grime 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
FM Einheit,
Roxette,
Scratch Acid,
Schoolly D,
Sun City Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monolake,
Aswad,
Michelle Simonal,
Q and Not U,
Jacques Brel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T.S.O.L.,
Glenn Branca,
Pulsallama,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fela Kuti,
Circle Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
Howard Jones,
Anakelly,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Divine Comedy,
The Trojans,
the Association,
Scientists,
Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warren Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Faust,
Maleditus Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Brand Nubian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Reagan Youth,
The Move,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Royal Trux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Standells,
The Fuzztones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
This Heat,
Neil Young,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Young Marble Giants,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.