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 Japan and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Swell Maps to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Lyres,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick Morgan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Womack,
Rapeman,
Brand Nubian,
Zero Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Michelle Simonal,
ABBA,
Funkadelic,
The Monks,
Glenn Branca,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Knickerbockers,
Saccharine Trust,
Whodini,
Tom Boy,
Maurizio,
Henry Cow,
Robert Görl,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reuben Wilson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Newcleus,
Soul II Soul,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Easy Going,
R.M.O.,
Eurythmics,
Cybotron,
Icehouse,
New Age Steppers,
The Monochrome Set,
Deadbeat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ten City,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang On A Can,
JFA,
Mark Hollis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dawn Penn,
Alton Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
X-101,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.