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 Haiti and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Scrapy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantaleimon,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doors,
Albert Ayler,
Zapp,
Hashim,
Maurizio,
The Count Five,
Arcadia,
Niagra,
Donald Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
The American Breed,
David McCallum,
Groovy Waters,
The Slits,
Ituana,
Theoretical Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rapeman,
L. Decosne,
The Blues Magoos,
Hot Snakes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brand Nubian,
Cybotron,
This Heat,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Holt,
The Cowsills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
X-101,
Chrome,
Barry Ungar,
Blossom Toes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spandau Ballet,
Absolute Body Control,
Darondo,
The Real Kids,
Shoche,
Icehouse,
F. McDonald,
La Düsseldorf,
Procol Harum,
The Litter,
Laurel Aitken,
Negative Approach,
Oneida,
Don Cherry,
Roxette,
Grauzone,
The Residents,
Model 500,
Charles Mingus,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.