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 Benin and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rap 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slackers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young,
Oblivians,
John Foxx,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Subhumans,
Cheater Slicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amazonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
T. Rex,
Sugar Minott,
Sarah Menescal,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
the Germs,
New Order,
The Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Metal Thangz,
Quantec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doors,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zapp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Newcleus,
The Zeros,
Television Personalities,
Barry Ungar,
Barrington Levy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers,
FM Einheit,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hot Snakes,
Sparks,
The Velvet Underground,
Essential Logic,
Eve St. Jones,
Albert Ayler,
Gang of Four,
Soul II Soul,
The Trojans,
Pussy Galore,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
Danielle Patucci,
a-ha,
10cc,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.