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 Vietnam and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Happenings to the techno 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry's Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
One Last Wish,
Ultra Naté,
Slick Rick,
The Stooges,
L. Decosne,
Davy DMX,
Minny Pops,
the Swans,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
Nils Olav,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Move,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Green,
Black Bananas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lakeside,
Eve St. Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
T.S.O.L.,
Terry Callier,
Tommy Roe,
Cymande,
Sugar Minott,
Marshall Jefferson,
Urselle,
Tom Boy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Count Five,
The Smoke,
The Durutti Column,
Gabor Szabo,
The Evens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Wells,
The Grass Roots,
Stiv Bators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Wake,
Mantronix,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q65,
the Soft Cell,
Cameo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Victims,
The Happenings,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Womack,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Human League,
Anakelly,
The Fortunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.