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 Sudan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Newcleus to the electroclash 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
The Blues Magoos,
Can,
Flash Fearless,
Yusef Lateef,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick May,
Deepchord,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
PIL,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Index,
The Leaves,
Joyce Sims,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Saints,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siglo XX,
Lightning Bolt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick Morgan,
Josef K,
Judy Mowatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
Fatback Band,
Charles Mingus,
Aural Exciters,
Lyres,
X-102,
Das Ding,
Lou Christie,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Hood,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Finger,
Toni Rubio,
Boredoms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Pus,
Negative Approach,
Quadrant,
Juan Atkins,
The Zeros,
Zapp,
Quantec,
Lou Reed,
Tears for Fears,
the Human League,
Minny Pops,
Q65,
Gang Starr,
Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.