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 Bhutan and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Lou Reed 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 Crispy Ambulance to the electroclash 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alphaville,
Brick,
Danielle Patucci,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smoke,
Dark Day,
Sister Nancy,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Hood,
The Offenders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Easy Going,
Goldenarms,
Popol Vuh,
Graham Central Station,
Hoover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Junior Murvin,
Sandy B,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Count Five,
Bluetip,
The Moody Blues,
Brand Nubian,
Godley & Creme,
Second Layer,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scrapy,
The Knickerbockers,
Spoonie Gee,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Sherman,
Youth Brigade,
Scan 7,
The Pretty Things,
The Toasters,
Jerry's Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Carl Craig,
Public Enemy,
Zapp,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Hill,
This Heat,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Christie,
The Velvet Underground,
Shuggie Otis,
Von Mondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.