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 Mauritania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Erykah Badu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Patti Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blossom Toes,
Anthony Braxton,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Surgeon,
Alice Coltrane,
The Move,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Absolute Body Control,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick May,
Ken Boothe,
Amazonics,
The Durutti Column,
The Sound,
Audionom,
Radiohead,
Buzzcocks,
Rapeman,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Sound Behaviour,
The Pretty Things,
The Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Newcleus,
Gichy Dan,
Chris Corsano,
X-Ray Spex,
Royal Trux,
Al Stewart,
Pere Ubu,
The Moleskins,
Spoonie Gee,
Fear,
Deepchord,
PIL,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Fugazi,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Normal,
Roxy Music,
Aural Exciters,
The Fortunes,
F. McDonald,
the Germs,
Erykah Badu,
Joy Division,
Anakelly,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris & Cosey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.