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 Gambia and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 PIL to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Vainqueur,
Shuggie Otis,
Quadrant,
Mo-Dettes,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Victims,
John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
Slave,
the Normal,
Warsaw,
Hoover,
Bush Tetras,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Motions,
Scratch Acid,
The Selecter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Blancmange,
Nils Olav,
Au Pairs,
Rapeman,
kango's stein massive,
John Lydon,
The Skatalites,
Motorama,
PIL,
The Misunderstood,
Jacob Miller,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barry Ungar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Interpol,
Hasil Adkins,
Television,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dead Boys,
MDC,
Malaria!,
Inner City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kas Product,
Index,
Wolf Eyes,
Pussy Galore,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maleditus Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flipper,
The Sonics,
Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
The Slits,
OOIOO,
Freddie Wadling,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gories,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.