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 Marshall Islands and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Adolescents to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
X-102,
Zapp,
Fear,
Lou Reed,
Malaria!,
Fat Boys,
Jandek,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ohio Players,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nas,
Agitation Free,
Kevin Saunderson,
Basic Channel,
Pylon,
The Blues Magoos,
Mars,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Angels of Light,
Glenn Branca,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Certain Ratio,
Urselle,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun City Girls,
Blake Baxter,
China Crisis,
a-ha,
Barry Ungar,
Visage,
These Immortal Souls,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Searchers,
Lalann,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Remains,
Idris Muhammad,
Mo-Dettes,
Massinfluence,
Simply Red,
Outsiders,
Peter and Kerry,
Ken Boothe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shoche,
Wasted Youth,
Skarface,
Laurel Aitken,
Pussy Galore,
Wolf Eyes,
The Residents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Hill,
Henry Cow,
The Barracudas,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gun Club,
PIL,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.