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 Greece and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Altered Images to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Jerry's Kids,
Subhumans,
Sam Rivers,
Darondo,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
L. Decosne,
The Leaves,
Camberwell Now,
Porter Ricks,
Arcadia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stiv Bators,
Pagans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers,
Youth Brigade,
The Slits,
Stetsasonic,
Main Source,
Warsaw,
Graham Central Station,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul Sonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delta 5,
Nick Fraelich,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
World's Most,
Blancmange,
The Zeros,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Görl,
Urselle,
Jacob Miller,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Martian,
Delon & Dalcan,
Au Pairs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sällskapet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drexciya,
Ronnie Foster,
Flash Fearless,
The Sonics,
Dark Day,
Spoonie Gee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Desert Stars,
The Human League,
Y Pants,
Rod Modell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.