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 Belarus and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aural Exciters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Intrusion,
Henry Cow,
Easy Going,
The Vogues,
the Sonics,
Sällskapet,
June of 44,
Bill Near,
Juan Atkins,
Funkadelic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camouflage,
Essential Logic,
Zero Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
D'Angelo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moby Grape,
Bad Manners,
Banda Bassotti,
New Order,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
June Days,
Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
Outsiders,
Warren Ellis,
the Bar-Kays,
Spoonie Gee,
Mo-Dettes,
ABC,
Pierre Henry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick Morgan,
Mars,
The Victims,
One Last Wish,
Yazoo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cal Tjader,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wire,
Television,
China Crisis,
Bill Wells,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalann,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.