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 Sierra Leone and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Tremeloes,
Slave,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Starr,
The Stooges,
Camberwell Now,
Severed Heads,
Archie Shepp,
Fatback Band,
Minutemen,
Derrick Morgan,
Warsaw,
The Fall,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang On A Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Age Steppers,
Agitation Free,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yellowson,
Surgeon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Glenn Branca,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Darondo,
The Blackbyrds,
Cluster,
Mission of Burma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ornette Coleman,
Trumans Water,
Pantytec,
Aloha Tigers,
Mad Mike,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ossler,
A Certain Ratio,
Das Ding,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
E-Dancer,
Guru Guru,
Average White Band,
Inner City,
Carl Craig,
Malaria!,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Almond,
John Lydon,
Massinfluence,
Lungfish,
L. Decosne,
PIL,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.