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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Gichy Dan to the disco 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
The Sonics,
Drexciya,
the Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Piero Umiliani,
Erykah Badu,
Anakelly,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Sherman,
The Pop Group,
Loose Ends,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
Flipper,
Joyce Sims,
Whodini,
Vladislav Delay,
A Certain Ratio,
Henry Cow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moleskins,
Kenny Larkin,
One Last Wish,
The Index,
Negative Approach,
Kayak,
John Holt,
Maurizio,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Starr,
Ronnie Foster,
Sällskapet,
the Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott Heron,
Public Enemy,
Boz Scaggs,
Little Man,
Roxette,
The Evens,
Tim Buckley,
L. Decosne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Wyatt,
Mantronix,
Section 25,
48th St. Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
Morten Harket,
Easy Going,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispian St. Peters,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.