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 Australia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Chris & Cosey to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
The Mummies,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra,
Sugar Minott,
CMW,
Simply Red,
Sällskapet,
Warren Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
David McCallum,
Suburban Knight,
Bill Wells,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Wally Richardson,
Von Mondo,
Make Up,
Wings,
Fela Kuti,
Ten City,
The Fall,
Jeff Mills,
Livin' Joy,
The Tremeloes,
Sex Pistols,
Junior Murvin,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MC5,
Bad Manners,
Circle Jerks,
the Association,
Nico,
Albert Ayler,
Schoolly D,
Soft Cell,
Unwound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joensuu 1685,
Josef K,
Lou Reed,
Scrapy,
Funkadelic,
Stiv Bators,
UT,
Massinfluence,
The Toasters,
Zapp,
Banda Bassotti,
The Busters,
Godley & Creme,
The Evens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marc Almond,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dirtbombs,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.