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 Niger and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Man Eating Sloth to the techno 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Peter and Kerry,
Hardrive,
The Gladiators,
Rekid,
Skarface,
The Gories,
Bauhaus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suburban Knight,
Fat Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Laurel Aitken,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dave Gahan,
Michelle Simonal,
Minutemen,
Y Pants,
Slick Rick,
Thee Headcoats,
James White and The Blacks,
T.S.O.L.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Surgeon,
The Young Rascals,
Donald Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Busters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marmalade,
The Names,
Crash Course in Science,
8 Eyed Spy,
Banda Bassotti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barry Ungar,
Jacques Brel,
Joensuu 1685,
Smog,
The Toasters,
Fad Gadget,
Negative Approach,
the Bar-Kays,
Technova,
cv313,
The Zeros,
Desert Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonic Youth,
The Move,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dawn Penn,
Inner City,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.