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 Poland and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
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 organ 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 Bobby Byrd to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
The Stooges,
Stereo Dub,
Gang of Four,
Pantytec,
Steve Hackett,
Kaleidoscope,
The United States of America,
The Cowsills,
Wire,
Clear Light,
Fear,
Joe Smooth,
E-Dancer,
Marc Almond,
Soul II Soul,
Outsiders,
Q65,
Yusef Lateef,
Lalann,
X-Ray Spex,
T. Rex,
a-ha,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magma,
The Saints,
Bronski Beat,
Wasted Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül II,
Roxy Music,
Main Source,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Music Machine,
Subhumans,
The Moody Blues,
Visage,
Circle Jerks,
Ice-T,
Glenn Branca,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aswad,
Tim Buckley,
The Shadows of Knight,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joe Finger,
CMW,
Nico,
Delta 5,
Terry Callier,
Warren Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
The Last Poets,
Robert Wyatt,
The Trojans,
The Leaves,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Jandek,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.