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 Guinea-Bissau and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Durutti Column to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Echospace,
Parry Music,
John Lydon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rod Modell,
Danielle Patucci,
Silicon Teens,
New York Dolls,
Chris & Cosey,
Minny Pops,
This Heat,
Jeff Mills,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Absolute Body Control,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Wake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rapeman,
Eve St. Jones,
Vainqueur,
Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
Heaven 17,
Jawbox,
Symarip,
Altered Images,
F. McDonald,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sam Rivers,
Mark Hollis,
Kaleidoscope,
The Searchers,
Brothers Johnson,
Pylon,
The Evens,
Arthur Verocai,
Model 500,
Ornette Coleman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
Nico,
Don Cherry,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Normal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultravox,
Bang On A Can,
Black Bananas,
Sandy B,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Negative Approach,
Kevin Saunderson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.