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 Estonia and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Black Sheep to the crunk 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Patti Smith,
The Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Circle Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dawn Penn,
Surgeon,
Cymande,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonic Youth,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
K-Klass,
Skaos,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moss Icon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
Talk Talk,
Suburban Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
MC5,
The Doors,
the Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Enemy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DNA,
Tim Buckley,
The Velvet Underground,
Darondo,
Harmonia,
The Grass Roots,
The Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
R.M.O.,
Panda Bear,
Absolute Body Control,
Gabor Szabo,
Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
Inner City,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Smog,
The Names,
Ice-T,
Au Pairs,
China Crisis,
Subhumans,
The Slits,
The Barracudas,
Ornette Coleman,
Second Layer,
Sexual Harrassment,
Section 25,
Lucky Dragons,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.