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 Malawi 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Clear Light to the funk 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Lindisfarne,
The Music Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Chrome,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pylon,
Mars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
Blossom Toes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
U.S. Maple,
Mad Mike,
Funky Four + One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Associates,
Rotary Connection,
Faust,
Suicide,
Skaos,
The Pop Group,
Sandy B,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Foxx,
Q and Not U,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Don Cherry,
Alphaville,
Cecil Taylor,
The Leaves,
Cybotron,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Bowie,
Trumans Water,
Arcadia,
The Techniques,
Nico,
Marc Almond,
Gang Starr,
Eric Copeland,
Q65,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Todd Rundgren,
Hasil Adkins,
Zero Boys,
cv313,
Franke,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.