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 Afghanistan and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Iggy Pop to the jazz 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Barrington Levy,
Patti Smith,
The Gun Club,
The Divine Comedy,
Eli Mardock,
James White and The Blacks,
OOIOO,
Anthony Braxton,
Flipper,
Vainqueur,
Tommy Roe,
Ohio Players,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pere Ubu,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Deepchord,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Bourne,
Lucky Dragons,
These Immortal Souls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pretty Things,
the Bar-Kays,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Grass Roots,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dennis Brown,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harry Pussy,
Talk Talk,
Rapeman,
Chris Corsano,
Lebanon Hanover,
Althea and Donna,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sound,
Bob Dylan,
The United States of America,
Slave,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Wake,
Average White Band,
Nirvana,
Mark Hollis,
The Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angry Samoans,
Severed Heads,
T.S.O.L.,
Skaos,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.