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 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Echospace to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Young Marble Giants,
Pierre Henry,
Dawn Penn,
Byron Stingily,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Green,
Babytalk,
Mission of Burma,
Max Romeo,
Basic Channel,
Skaos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dead Boys,
New Order,
Neil Young,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantaleimon,
Aural Exciters,
Tubeway Army,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tim Buckley,
Scratch Acid,
The Cowsills,
Morten Harket,
DJ Sneak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Piero Umiliani,
Quadrant,
Masters at Work,
The Blues Magoos,
Gong,
Fad Gadget,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q and Not U,
Kas Product,
The Cure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swans,
Make Up,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Clarke,
Joy Division,
Qualms,
The J.B.'s,
Circle Jerks,
ABBA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Axelrod,
Lou Christie,
Eddi Front,
Andrew Hill,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neu!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.