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 Estonia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Brand Nubian,
X-101,
Lou Reed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monks,
One Last Wish,
Don Cherry,
JFA,
Isaac Hayes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Letta Mbulu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Happenings,
Ludus,
UT,
Hoover,
Ten City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Absolute Body Control,
Fluxion,
Audionom,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Fraelich,
Cymande,
Nas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Severed Heads,
Robert Wyatt,
Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
The New Christs,
the Association,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
CMW,
Little Man,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barry Ungar,
Susan Cadogan,
Thee Headcoats,
the Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Eating Sloth,
kango's stein massive,
Quando Quango,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
Young Marble Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oblivians,
Aloha Tigers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
OOIOO,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hasil Adkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.