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 Czech Republic and from New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-101,
Adolescents,
Liliput,
Agent Orange,
Dead Boys,
Radiohead,
Yazoo,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doors,
Can,
Gang Starr,
the Normal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maurizio,
Stetsasonic,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Görl,
Negative Approach,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Flag,
Pierre Henry,
the Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pylon,
Sam Rivers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Max Romeo,
Television Personalities,
Gong,
Second Layer,
Scratch Acid,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Clarke,
Oblivians,
Radio Birdman,
The Litter,
The Raincoats,
Spandau Ballet,
Henry Cow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cymande,
Kas Product,
Mr. Review,
Ponytail,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wire,
CMW,
Moby Grape,
The Invisible,
The Slits,
Panda Bear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funky Four + One,
David Bowie,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Lydon,
Funkadelic,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.