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 Burkina and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Crash Course in Science to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
Black Moon,
Derrick Morgan,
Hardrive,
Marvin Gaye,
Rotary Connection,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masters at Work,
Colin Newman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronan,
The Evens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cowsills,
Spoonie Gee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Wyatt,
Nico,
Section 25,
The Mojo Men,
The Moody Blues,
Organ,
Cybotron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cal Tjader,
Trumans Water,
Bluetip,
Visage,
Ituana,
Joey Negro,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Axelrod,
Howard Jones,
Clear Light,
Matthew Bourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
This Heat,
Porter Ricks,
Donald Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
Don Cherry,
Eric Copeland,
Lightning Bolt,
Quando Quango,
John Lydon,
The Modern Lovers,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roger Hodgson,
the Normal,
Minor Threat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Model 500,
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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.