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 Tuvalu and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Graham Central Station to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Bronski Beat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Womack,
Grauzone,
Faust,
Wally Richardson,
Subhumans,
One Last Wish,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cure,
David Axelrod,
Babytalk,
Wolf Eyes,
The Vogues,
Mo-Dettes,
the Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Misunderstood,
Patti Smith,
Bill Wells,
Ossler,
DNA,
The Motions,
The Human League,
The New Christs,
Brick,
Hashim,
Ultravox,
Easy Going,
Marvin Gaye,
Metal Thangz,
Freddie Wadling,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Altered Images,
The Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
The Searchers,
Mission of Burma,
Massinfluence,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quando Quango,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Image Ltd.,
UT,
Scrapy,
Kayak,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Real Kids,
Mad Mike,
Boredoms,
X-101,
Cluster,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare,
Suicide,
Stereo Dub,
Visage,
The Angels of Light,
Marmalade,
Sarah Menescal,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.