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 Brunei and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Joe Smooth to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Sound Behaviour,
The Black Dice,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Human League,
Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Newcleus,
Main Source,
Graham Central Station,
Judy Mowatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Isaac Hayes,
Pulsallama,
Fear,
Bad Manners,
Brand Nubian,
Rotary Connection,
Alphaville,
Ludus,
Inner City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camouflage,
Lou Christie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sugar Minott,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Flag,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Age Steppers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Interpol,
Tommy Roe,
MC5,
The Real Kids,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacques Brel,
Camberwell Now,
Harpers Bizarre,
Morten Harket,
Hardrive,
Black Pus,
Dawn Penn,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Index,
Joey Negro,
Dark Day,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Hood,
The Doors,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool Moe Dee,
Altered Images,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.