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 Mauritania and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Reagan Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Todd Terry,
Agent Orange,
Guru Guru,
Sandy B,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tears for Fears,
Davy DMX,
Television Personalities,
Subhumans,
the Germs,
Henry Cow,
The J.B.'s,
kango's stein massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Clarke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ice-T,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Surgeon,
Whodini,
Talk Talk,
B.T. Express,
Siglo XX,
48th St. Collective,
Scion,
The Gladiators,
Ultra Naté,
The Dirtbombs,
Pussy Galore,
Audionom,
Donald Byrd,
Das Ding,
Nico,
Ronan,
MDC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Busters,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slackers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dead Boys,
Robert Hood,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
Althea and Donna,
Lyres,
The Vogues,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dave Gahan,
Deepchord,
The Flesh Eaters,
Con Funk Shun,
Interpol,
Isaac Hayes,
Infiniti,
Buzzcocks,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.