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 India and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Arab on Radar to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deakin,
Aaron Thompson,
Donald Byrd,
Newcleus,
Thompson Twins,
Von Mondo,
A Certain Ratio,
Yellowson,
Aural Exciters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Q65,
The Raincoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scientists,
Monks,
David McCallum,
Howard Jones,
The Durutti Column,
Janne Schatter,
The Leaves,
Henry Cow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stereo Dub,
Anthony Braxton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABC,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eli Mardock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Almond,
X-102,
Wolf Eyes,
Supertramp,
Matthew Halsall,
The Music Machine,
Morten Harket,
Lindisfarne,
The Saints,
Robert Wyatt,
Gabor Szabo,
Arcadia,
MDC,
The Slackers,
Average White Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxette,
Rhythm & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dead C,
Circle Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
T. Rex,
Al Stewart,
The Moody Blues,
Intrusion,
The Moleskins,
Robert Hood,
Black Sheep,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.