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 Bolivia and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun City Girls,
Black Moon,
Letta Mbulu,
Au Pairs,
Organ,
Max Romeo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cowsills,
Fugazi,
The Slits,
Hashim,
Nirvana,
Outsiders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dave Gahan,
The Angels of Light,
Rapeman,
Underground Resistance,
The Wake,
Ituana,
the Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
Marvin Gaye,
ABBA,
Section 25,
Radiohead,
The Human League,
Public Enemy,
The Velvet Underground,
Kas Product,
Depeche Mode,
Faraquet,
Panda Bear,
The Smiths,
ABC,
Jerry's Kids,
Surgeon,
Flipper,
One Last Wish,
Pussy Galore,
Lucky Dragons,
Isaac Hayes,
Judy Mowatt,
Sixth Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erykah Badu,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
K-Klass,
Q and Not U,
Bob Dylan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Invisible,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.