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 Andorra and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Eddi Front to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dual Sessions,
Monolake,
Skaos,
Monks,
Eurythmics,
The Moleskins,
The Real Kids,
Godley & Creme,
48th St. Collective,
David Bowie,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dave Gahan,
Organ,
John Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Finger,
Malaria!,
Freddie Wadling,
Yusef Lateef,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Parry Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Saccharine Trust,
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unwound,
Shoche,
Judy Mowatt,
The Residents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
H. Thieme,
Wings,
Interpol,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter and Kerry,
Ken Boothe,
Davy DMX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minor Threat,
Alison Limerick,
The Velvet Underground,
Loose Ends,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Depeche Mode,
Das Ding,
Livin' Joy,
The Cure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Buzzcocks,
The Angels of Light,
MDC,
Fad Gadget,
Drexciya,
Connie Case,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.