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 Greece and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the jazz 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scan 7,
Royal Trux,
Guru Guru,
Iggy Pop,
The Slits,
The Count Five,
The Moody Blues,
The Smoke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy Collins,
Lungfish,
Surgeon,
The Monochrome Set,
Spandau Ballet,
Scion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Beau Brummels,
Fat Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Flag,
Brick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blossom Toes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Terry,
Buzzcocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warren Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Prince Buster,
Man Parrish,
Das Ding,
Nik Kershaw,
cv313,
Carl Craig,
The Golliwogs,
The Associates,
Kool Moe Dee,
Glenn Branca,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Quantec,
Juan Atkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Durutti Column,
Marvin Gaye,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Schoolly D,
Bush Tetras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.