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 Turkmenistan and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rap 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Black Pus,
The Associates,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
EPMD,
Q65,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suicide,
Boogie Down Productions,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pulsallama,
Pantaleimon,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Christie,
Camouflage,
The Invisible,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Inner City,
Darondo,
Black Moon,
Crime,
T. Rex,
Pagans,
Symarip,
Pussy Galore,
the Normal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Lydon,
Patti Smith,
Interpol,
Faust,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantytec,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Green,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mr. Review,
Reuben Wilson,
Grey Daturas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cymande,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moody Blues,
Outsiders,
Don Cherry,
Blancmange,
the Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tres Demented,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.