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 Costa Rica and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Niagra to the rap 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Clarke,
Charles Mingus,
The Wake,
Skaos,
Crime,
The Angels of Light,
Fatback Band,
Kas Product,
Rod Modell,
The American Breed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chrome,
Bill Wells,
8 Eyed Spy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sugar Minott,
Tears for Fears,
Unrelated Segments,
MDC,
The Tremeloes,
Interpol,
Severed Heads,
Erykah Badu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Newcleus,
The Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
Tim Buckley,
Fluxion,
The Pretty Things,
Roxy Music,
Technova,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agitation Free,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Slick Rick,
Whodini,
Fat Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Eating Sloth,
Piero Umiliani,
The Knickerbockers,
Colin Newman,
Hashim,
R.M.O.,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Wyatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Flag,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Sherman,
B.T. Express,
Underground Resistance,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.