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 Turkey and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Star Department,
Bronski Beat,
The Zeros,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hasil Adkins,
Nils Olav,
Black Pus,
Arcadia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers,
Shoche,
The Dead C,
Tears for Fears,
H. Thieme,
Bluetip,
Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
Rosa Yemen,
Suburban Knight,
The Durutti Column,
Animal Collective,
Main Source,
the Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mr. Review,
Tropical Tobacco,
The New Christs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yusef Lateef,
Sandy B,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MC5,
Subhumans,
Eurythmics,
Country Teasers,
The Stooges,
DNA,
Connie Case,
Althea and Donna,
Smog,
Symarip,
The Toasters,
Fat Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Juan Atkins,
La Düsseldorf,
Audionom,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crooked Eye,
Depeche Mode,
Nas,
X-101,
the Bar-Kays,
Section 25,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.