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 Turkmenistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Radiohead to the grunge 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The Doors,
Spandau Ballet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blues Magoos,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tres Demented,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Wake,
Massinfluence,
Clear Light,
Funkadelic,
The Human League,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harpers Bizarre,
MC5,
Drexciya,
Nas,
Groovy Waters,
Moss Icon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonic Youth,
AZ,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Clarke,
Aswad,
Lindisfarne,
Niagra,
Crooked Eye,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Stooges,
Prince Buster,
Aural Exciters,
Visage,
Bang On A Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heaven 17,
EPMD,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blossom Toes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultra Naté,
The Fortunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cal Tjader,
Yaz,
Ken Boothe,
The Smoke,
Harry Pussy,
Sight & Sound,
Fear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jandek,
Josef K,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Fraelich,
PIL,
The Fuzztones,
Ronan,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.