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 Bolivia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 The Stooges to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
The Wake,
Marine Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stiv Bators,
Rites of Spring,
New Order,
Minutemen,
the Normal,
Pylon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gories,
Alice Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
Goldenarms,
Thee Headcoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Sherman,
Laurel Aitken,
Heaven 17,
Echospace,
Zapp,
Maleditus Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Ten City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yazoo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alison Limerick,
Bad Manners,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sex Pistols,
The Slits,
Lindisfarne,
John Coltrane,
The Slackers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suburban Knight,
Half Japanese,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cheater Slicks,
Tres Demented,
Neu!,
John Lydon,
The Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Rundgren,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry's Kids,
the Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
B.T. Express,
Sandy B,
Rosa Yemen,
Hashim,
Black Pus,
Siglo XX,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.