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 Comoros and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joy Division to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
E-Dancer,
The Searchers,
Johnny Clarke,
Barrington Levy,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris & Cosey,
The Skatalites,
Boredoms,
Yaz,
Banda Bassotti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Rundgren,
Albert Ayler,
The Selecter,
Lalann,
Al Stewart,
The New Christs,
Crime,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maurizio,
Gichy Dan,
Magazine,
Deakin,
FM Einheit,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Guru Guru,
Essential Logic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Audionom,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Smooth,
Colin Newman,
Black Sheep,
Minny Pops,
Patti Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Mars,
The Young Rascals,
Letta Mbulu,
The Victims,
The Martian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Slits,
Cluster,
Eddi Front,
Cal Tjader,
The Fall,
Ornette Coleman,
Dark Day,
Rakim,
The Five Americans,
Icehouse,
Henry Cow,
John Cale,
Fluxion,
The Leaves,
ABC,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.