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 Gambia and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Real Kids to the rock 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Malaria!,
Monolake,
Joe Smooth,
Zero Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terry Callier,
Pylon,
Prince Buster,
Wire,
The Young Rascals,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June Days,
Television Personalities,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Names,
Tom Boy,
Scan 7,
Darondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fugazi,
Organ,
Sister Nancy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Carl Craig,
The Knickerbockers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter and Kerry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
cv313,
Au Pairs,
Duran Duran,
Skaos,
Simply Red,
Maleditus Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
UT,
Outsiders,
Scrapy,
U.S. Maple,
Niagra,
The Raincoats,
Steve Hackett,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Halsall,
Alison Limerick,
LL Cool J,
Basic Channel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Second Layer,
a-ha,
Dave Gahan,
Marmalade,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Almond,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.