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 San Marino and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Trumans Water to the funk 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
The Motions,
Section 25,
Erasure,
Prince Buster,
In Retrospect,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Sneak,
John Foxx,
Trumans Water,
The Beau Brummels,
Cluster,
Q65,
Todd Rundgren,
Model 500,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Saints,
Subhumans,
Slick Rick,
John Holt,
Cybotron,
AZ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Young Rascals,
Pylon,
Mad Mike,
The Standells,
The Music Machine,
R.M.O.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
K-Klass,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
Amazonics,
Nik Kershaw,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers,
Wolf Eyes,
Fatback Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reuben Wilson,
Qualms,
Cal Tjader,
The Birthday Party,
The Martian,
Radiohead,
The Pretty Things,
Anthony Braxton,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magma,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Little Man,
Skriet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
Donald Byrd,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.