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 Montenegro and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Loose Ends to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül II,
The Pretty Things,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Almond,
The Zeros,
8 Eyed Spy,
Darondo,
Reagan Youth,
Blancmange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scion,
Lucky Dragons,
Bauhaus,
Aswad,
Erasure,
Absolute Body Control,
Reuben Wilson,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cramps,
Suburban Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Foxx,
Maleditus Sound,
Neu!,
New York Dolls,
The Busters,
The Saints,
Roxy Music,
The Mojo Men,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fortunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Motorama,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick May,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brass Construction,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Half Japanese,
Little Man,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare,
Second Layer,
Wings,
Infiniti,
Spandau Ballet,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Adolescents,
Soul Sonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
Urselle,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.