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 Mauritania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Delon & Dalcan to the electroclash 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Johnny Osbourne,
Accadde A,
Franke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zero Boys,
Sandy B,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rapeman,
Inner City,
Arab on Radar,
kango's stein massive,
Maurizio,
The Gun Club,
Ralphi Rosario,
The J.B.'s,
Prince Buster,
Jacob Miller,
Saccharine Trust,
Oblivians,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker,
The Doors,
The Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Dolphy,
Brick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nils Olav,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hashim,
The Barracudas,
Crooked Eye,
Faust,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Pus,
Harry Pussy,
Yaz,
Fear,
UT,
Maleditus Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Bourne,
Agitation Free,
L. Decosne,
Cymande,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sex Pistols,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Hill,
a-ha,
Newcleus,
Ten City,
China Crisis,
Cheater Slicks,
Eli Mardock,
Liliput,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.