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 Albania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brand Nubian 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Vogues,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fear,
Icehouse,
Zapp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suburban Knight,
Alton Ellis,
a-ha,
The Beau Brummels,
DNA,
Minutemen,
The Searchers,
the Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Associates,
Eli Mardock,
Sun City Girls,
Moebius,
Main Source,
Outsiders,
Sam Rivers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moody Blues,
Agent Orange,
John Foxx,
Minor Threat,
Young Marble Giants,
Depeche Mode,
Scan 7,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Intrusion,
DJ Style,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker,
B.T. Express,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nirvana,
Average White Band,
Section 25,
John Lydon,
Throbbing Gristle,
PIL,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Hill,
the Swans,
David Axelrod,
Organ,
Sixth Finger,
Bronski Beat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gun Club,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.