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 France and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mark Hollis to the funk 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Anakelly,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
AZ,
Crash Course in Science,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Kayak,
Harry Pussy,
Mr. Review,
The Human League,
John Lydon,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers,
Technova,
Bush Tetras,
the Bar-Kays,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Underground Resistance,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Selecter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pagans,
The Knickerbockers,
Adolescents,
Mars,
F. McDonald,
Steve Hackett,
Reagan Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Star Department,
The Searchers,
Index,
Television,
The Grass Roots,
Kerri Chandler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
EPMD,
Glambeats Corp.,
Graham Central Station,
Black Flag,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Hood,
Newcleus,
Faust,
Swans,
Bobby Womack,
Aaron Thompson,
Freddie Wadling,
John Holt,
Shuggie Otis,
Bang On A Can,
Duran Duran,
Tim Buckley,
Henry Cow,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.