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 Sri Lanka and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare,
Unrelated Segments,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Youth Brigade,
Yellowson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wally Richardson,
Flash Fearless,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacques Brel,
The Move,
Marine Girls,
Infiniti,
Jawbox,
Inner City,
Gong,
Jeff Mills,
Bad Manners,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pagans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cybotron,
The Wake,
CMW,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Red Krayola,
Al Stewart,
The Evens,
Index,
New Order,
Silicon Teens,
David McCallum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sarah Menescal,
Excepter,
The Saints,
The Divine Comedy,
Flipper,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Loose Ends,
These Immortal Souls,
June Days,
Magazine,
Rapeman,
Maleditus Sound,
The Standells,
Minutemen,
Aloha Tigers,
The Walker Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Organ,
Donny Hathaway,
Clear Light,
Eve St. Jones,
Funkadelic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swans,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.