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 East Timor and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Kurtis Blow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Pantaleimon,
Tubeway Army,
David Bowie,
Leonard Cohen,
Livin' Joy,
Pierre Henry,
Kaleidoscope,
The Durutti Column,
Kas Product,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fugazi,
The Standells,
Pulsallama,
Steve Hackett,
Fad Gadget,
Spoonie Gee,
Q65,
cv313,
The Human League,
Television Personalities,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moody Blues,
the Bar-Kays,
Banda Bassotti,
Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Residents,
Public Enemy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Finger,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alison Limerick,
Gabor Szabo,
The Birthday Party,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Max Romeo,
48th St. Collective,
The Fuzztones,
Minnie Riperton,
Rod Modell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faraquet,
Lindisfarne,
Alice Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Aaron Thompson,
Yusef Lateef,
Pylon,
Toni Rubio,
Tim Buckley,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delta 5,
The Remains,
Lakeside,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
Sun City Girls,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlback,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.