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 Jordan and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Pierre Henry to the techno 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Interpol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Victims,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shuggie Otis,
Sällskapet,
Eric Dolphy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Niagra,
the Germs,
Procol Harum,
Deadbeat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hoover,
PIL,
Letta Mbulu,
Tomorrow,
CMW,
Yaz,
The Gladiators,
Rhythm & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lungfish,
DNA,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Christie,
Suicide,
Fela Kuti,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott Heron,
Japan,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moody Blues,
Bauhaus,
The Selecter,
Clear Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Leaves,
Peter & Gordon,
The Associates,
Magma,
Don Cherry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Beau Brummels,
Davy DMX,
Smog,
E-Dancer,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Hood,
Desert Stars,
Nico,
Scientists,
Bad Manners,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Teasers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.