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 Ghana and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The American Breed to the grime 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Barry Ungar,
Skriet,
Swans,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Buckinghams,
Can,
Reuben Wilson,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick May,
Joe Finger,
Pylon,
Glenn Branca,
Popol Vuh,
Maurizio,
Stetsasonic,
The Real Kids,
Mark Hollis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Second Layer,
Mr. Review,
The Young Rascals,
Sex Pistols,
Oblivians,
H. Thieme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Germs,
Section 25,
Minnie Riperton,
Adolescents,
Simply Red,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agitation Free,
The Music Machine,
The Techniques,
Rakim,
Yaz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Charles Mingus,
Ten City,
The Barracudas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television Personalities,
The Names,
The Modern Lovers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Interpol,
Mission of Burma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swell Maps,
Boredoms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultra Naté,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Terry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.