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 Russia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Blake Baxter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Sandy B,
Ultravox,
Wolf Eyes,
John Lydon,
Sex Pistols,
Ituana,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ten City,
Negative Approach,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang On A Can,
This Heat,
Graham Central Station,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers,
Al Stewart,
Clear Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Axelrod,
Intrusion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Five Americans,
Minny Pops,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Near,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy Collins,
Grauzone,
Cheater Slicks,
Oneida,
Scrapy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ralphi Rosario,
LL Cool J,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monks,
Schoolly D,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flipper,
The Barracudas,
Darondo,
The Smiths,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris Corsano,
10cc,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry's Kids,
Aural Exciters,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Invisible,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.