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 Sweden and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 John Foxx to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
The Gap Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Grey Daturas,
Half Japanese,
The Names,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mark Hollis,
Surgeon,
Aaron Thompson,
Pere Ubu,
Mars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terry Callier,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Moon,
The Dirtbombs,
Skarface,
Josef K,
The Cure,
Althea and Donna,
Cecil Taylor,
The Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonic Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tears for Fears,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mojo Men,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Lydon,
China Crisis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Organ,
Malaria!,
Fluxion,
Saccharine Trust,
Laurel Aitken,
Crash Course in Science,
Niagra,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Main Source,
Ten City,
Liliput,
Dead Boys,
Hashim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pole,
The Victims,
Flipper,
David Axelrod,
Black Bananas,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.