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 Togo and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 The Golliwogs to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Niagra,
Byron Stingily,
The Invisible,
Livin' Joy,
Bad Manners,
One Last Wish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxette,
Second Layer,
Q65,
Black Pus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pylon,
Brass Construction,
Drexciya,
LL Cool J,
Intrusion,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dead C,
Black Sheep,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Image Ltd.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alphaville,
the Bar-Kays,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalann,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faraquet,
Index,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Skatalites,
PIL,
The Techniques,
Harmonia,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultra Naté,
Ronan,
D'Angelo,
Hashim,
Peter and Kerry,
Grey Daturas,
New Order,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Circle Jerks,
Monolake,
Desert Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Green,
The Cramps,
Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Interpol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pagans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rod Modell,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.