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 Saudi Arabia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 The Motions to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Whodini,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Copeland,
KRS-One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marvin Gaye,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gichy Dan,
L. Decosne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mantronix,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-102,
John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
The Raincoats,
The Fugs,
Flash Fearless,
Scrapy,
Roxy Music,
Nas,
Porter Ricks,
Yaz,
Suburban Knight,
Bill Wells,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hot Snakes,
Black Pus,
Rosa Yemen,
Bluetip,
The Birthday Party,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Terry,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Hill,
Delon & Dalcan,
Duran Duran,
Technova,
Fad Gadget,
Nik Kershaw,
Hashim,
Eurythmics,
T. Rex,
Soul II Soul,
Stiv Bators,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minutemen,
Con Funk Shun,
Sparks,
Main Source,
Angry Samoans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang On A Can,
Unwound,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.