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 Malawi and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Malaria! to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers,
Skriet,
Piero Umiliani,
Delta 5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rekid,
The Cramps,
Anakelly,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Divine Comedy,
Warren Ellis,
The Music Machine,
Excepter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sandy B,
Kerri Chandler,
Sixth Finger,
Hardrive,
Barry Ungar,
ABC,
The Walker Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Warsaw,
Tres Demented,
Scientists,
June of 44,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reuben Wilson,
EPMD,
Ludus,
Lower 48,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mars,
Index,
Cecil Taylor,
a-ha,
The Kinks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Second Layer,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Subhumans,
Johnny Clarke,
Animal Collective,
Television Personalities,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Easy Going,
Mo-Dettes,
the Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oneida,
The Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Remains,
Funkadelic,
Fela Kuti,
Chris & Cosey,
Underground Resistance,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.