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 Nigeria and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Graham Central Station to the grunge 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Toni Rubio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Con Funk Shun,
Au Pairs,
Brass Construction,
CMW,
Underground Resistance,
June of 44,
The Misunderstood,
Faraquet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
Blossom Toes,
Fat Boys,
Lower 48,
The Stooges,
Black Bananas,
Gabor Szabo,
Circle Jerks,
The Slackers,
Joy Division,
Fatback Band,
Skriet,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Starr,
The Monks,
The Raincoats,
the Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
Bush Tetras,
Pere Ubu,
The Zeros,
cv313,
Erykah Badu,
The Techniques,
Mantronix,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shuggie Otis,
Leonard Cohen,
Sparks,
The Monochrome Set,
World's Most,
Bluetip,
Little Man,
Sonic Youth,
Duran Duran,
The Red Krayola,
Babytalk,
Fela Kuti,
Kurtis Blow,
The Barracudas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pagans,
Kerri Chandler,
FM Einheit,
Skarface,
Pantaleimon,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.