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 Mali and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Cheater Slicks to the disco 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Minnie Riperton,
Clear Light,
H. Thieme,
Archie Shepp,
FM Einheit,
Gang Gang Dance,
MDC,
Rosa Yemen,
Dave Gahan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blake Baxter,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Almond,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sugar Minott,
The Invisible,
Heaven 17,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David McCallum,
The Toasters,
Banda Bassotti,
Skriet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare,
Mission of Burma,
Scion,
The Associates,
The Blues Magoos,
Ituana,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronnie Foster,
Sandy B,
CMW,
Das Ding,
Ultravox,
Freddie Wadling,
The Litter,
Theoretical Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
kango's stein massive,
Man Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Remains,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Starr,
Bill Wells,
The Evens,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Womack,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Hill,
Pantytec,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.