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 Georgia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Cure to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heaven 17,
Unrelated Segments,
Zero Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Hill,
Tears for Fears,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris & Cosey,
Roger Hodgson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Pus,
Hot Snakes,
Darondo,
the Germs,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Holt,
Ice-T,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Average White Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül II,
The Techniques,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barbara Tucker,
Davy DMX,
Pantaleimon,
Ten City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Happenings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blake Baxter,
Tubeway Army,
Nas,
Eurythmics,
Ken Boothe,
Bang On A Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suicide,
Colin Newman,
The Stooges,
Dawn Penn,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Silicon Teens,
Graham Central Station,
Masters at Work,
Vladislav Delay,
Tom Boy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Index,
Zapp,
Duran Duran,
Max Romeo,
Funky Four + One,
Saccharine Trust,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.