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 Mali and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Subhumans to the electroclash 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Fugazi,
Carl Craig,
PIL,
Jerry's Kids,
The Standells,
Lalann,
The Fall,
Black Bananas,
Dennis Brown,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
The Beau Brummels,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ten City,
KRS-One,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hot Snakes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
L. Decosne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nas,
The Last Poets,
Funky Four + One,
Harry Pussy,
Sound Behaviour,
Lyres,
The Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Christie,
The Knickerbockers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stetsasonic,
Archie Shepp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Circle Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Velvet Underground,
Pere Ubu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scion,
Robert Görl,
Byron Stingily,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
B.T. Express,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronan,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monochrome Set,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aloha Tigers,
Basic Channel,
The Fuzztones,
Yazoo,
Sarah Menescal,
Scrapy,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.