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 Grenada and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Zeros to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cure,
Second Layer,
8 Eyed Spy,
Duran Duran,
Morten Harket,
Howard Jones,
Sandy B,
Bobby Byrd,
Marmalade,
Chrome,
Lungfish,
Sällskapet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Lynne,
Kurtis Blow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dorothy Ashby,
Whodini,
PIL,
The Litter,
Slave,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-101,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yazoo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camouflage,
The Associates,
Brand Nubian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Model 500,
L. Decosne,
Von Mondo,
FM Einheit,
Alison Limerick,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Pus,
Grey Daturas,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lightning Bolt,
Excepter,
Monolake,
The Black Dice,
Theoretical Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fire Engines,
Ossler,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlback,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang On A Can,
Bush Tetras,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.