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 Cyprus and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Deadbeat to the electroclash 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Cluster,
Pulsallama,
Dawn Penn,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
Silicon Teens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultravox,
The Mummies,
Scientists,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Motions,
Sun City Girls,
Nas,
The Smiths,
Gichy Dan,
The Trojans,
Bang On A Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tom Boy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
Jandek,
Cameo,
Aswad,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slave,
Nils Olav,
Echospace,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül,
Half Japanese,
Lyres,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonic Youth,
Wings,
Derrick May,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Foxx,
June Days,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Byrd,
Howard Jones,
Bush Tetras,
The Offenders,
Jawbox,
Reuben Wilson,
Sam Rivers,
Eve St. Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Wells,
Maurizio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sister Nancy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doobie Brothers,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.