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 Montenegro and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Surgeon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalann,
Eric Dolphy,
Danielle Patucci,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cal Tjader,
Massinfluence,
Pulsallama,
a-ha,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tubeway Army,
Royal Trux,
Bluetip,
The Divine Comedy,
Y Pants,
Joe Finger,
KRS-One,
Altered Images,
Qualms,
Spandau Ballet,
The Busters,
James White and The Blacks,
The Index,
UT,
Joey Negro,
Banda Bassotti,
Hardrive,
Bill Wells,
The Monochrome Set,
Skarface,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fat Boys,
The Dead C,
Erasure,
Fugazi,
L. Decosne,
Agent Orange,
Blancmange,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moss Icon,
Nirvana,
ABC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deepchord,
Slick Rick,
Grauzone,
The Dirtbombs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Joyce Sims,
8 Eyed Spy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Trumans Water,
Glenn Branca,
Sonic Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Evens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.