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 Swaziland and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Black Pus to the rap 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Roxy Music,
The Selecter,
Sällskapet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerri Chandler,
New Order,
World's Most,
Scan 7,
Whodini,
Jacques Brel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bronski Beat,
Royal Trux,
Eden Ahbez,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
Traffic Nightmare,
CMW,
Steve Hackett,
Glenn Branca,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cowsills,
Motorama,
Wings,
Crispian St. Peters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
PIL,
The Divine Comedy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sound,
JFA,
Severed Heads,
X-102,
Spandau Ballet,
Aswad,
Minny Pops,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Slick Rick,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fortunes,
Moss Icon,
The Blackbyrds,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nico,
Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Age Steppers,
Drexciya,
Andrew Hill,
Maurizio,
The Neon Judgement,
the Slits,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.