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 Korea North and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA 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?
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Halsall,
Maleditus Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T.S.O.L.,
Can,
Dave Gahan,
The Cure,
Average White Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television Personalities,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Wyatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Womack,
the Soft Cell,
Moebius,
Lyres,
Pere Ubu,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Lynne,
Suicide,
Josef K,
In Retrospect,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Das Ding,
Faust,
The Flesh Eaters,
T. Rex,
The Remains,
Tommy Roe,
The Buckinghams,
Pylon,
Model 500,
Buzzcocks,
Dawn Penn,
James White and The Blacks,
Accadde A,
Make Up,
Bob Dylan,
Junior Murvin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Howard Jones,
Moby Grape,
Erasure,
Rites of Spring,
Lindisfarne,
Michelle Simonal,
Dark Day,
Pulsallama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Max Romeo,
Monolake,
AZ,
Wasted Youth,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.