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 Andorra and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 MDC to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boz Scaggs,
Masters at Work,
CMW,
Das Ding,
Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
The Toasters,
Swans,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül II,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Halsall,
Marmalade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Von Mondo,
The Residents,
Adolescents,
Magma,
Lyres,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camberwell Now,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Section 25,
The Black Dice,
Nirvana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Simply Red,
Sister Nancy,
New York Dolls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gong,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skriet,
Motorama,
The Motions,
Marc Almond,
Audionom,
Sarah Menescal,
Danielle Patucci,
a-ha,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter & Gordon,
Skarface,
The Gories,
David Axelrod,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Supertramp,
Subhumans,
Peter and Kerry,
Maleditus Sound,
Babytalk,
Sound Behaviour,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Knickerbockers,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.