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 Belarus and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 New Christs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Ossler,
Sugar Minott,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Archie Shepp,
The Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Certain Ratio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brothers Johnson,
Agent Orange,
X-Ray Spex,
The Offenders,
Nas,
MC5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lower 48,
The Count Five,
Jacques Brel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Lydon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bush Tetras,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Halsall,
Jandek,
Black Bananas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Saccharine Trust,
Cal Tjader,
B.T. Express,
Surgeon,
Sight & Sound,
The Skatalites,
Connie Case,
48th St. Collective,
K-Klass,
Accadde A,
Ohio Players,
Sonic Youth,
Crime,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gichy Dan,
Faraquet,
The Buckinghams,
The Leaves,
CMW,
Black Moon,
Joe Smooth,
Nico,
Bootsy Collins,
Von Mondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Clear Light,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül,
Young Marble Giants,
The Angels of Light,
Skarface,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.