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 Eritrea and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Pus to the dance 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Velvet Underground,
Laurel Aitken,
Yazoo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pussy Galore,
Lightning Bolt,
Rapeman,
Gang Green,
Babytalk,
Khruangbin,
Boogie Down Productions,
10cc,
The Star Department,
Peter & Gordon,
Skaos,
Erykah Badu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blancmange,
Organ,
Loose Ends,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra,
Fear,
The Monochrome Set,
Danielle Patucci,
Kenny Larkin,
Reagan Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Japan,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantaleimon,
Clear Light,
The Litter,
Parry Music,
Soulsonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
Isaac Hayes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dead Boys,
Q and Not U,
James White and The Blacks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minor Threat,
The Standells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Foxx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Make Up,
Deakin,
cv313,
Severed Heads,
The Selecter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sam Rivers,
OOIOO,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.