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 Suriname and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Litter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed,
The Cowsills,
Heaven 17,
Blancmange,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maurizio,
Marmalade,
Bill Wells,
the Slits,
Echospace,
Sun City Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Saints,
Donald Byrd,
EPMD,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quando Quango,
The Trojans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
The Fortunes,
Organ,
Vainqueur,
The Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Infiniti,
Spandau Ballet,
Supertramp,
Symarip,
Hashim,
H. Thieme,
X-101,
Jawbox,
Chris Corsano,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Audionom,
Steve Hackett,
Babytalk,
Andrew Hill,
Joey Negro,
Sixth Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Niagra,
Little Man,
Drive Like Jehu,
Main Source,
Al Stewart,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chrome,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cal Tjader,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reagan Youth,
Slick Rick,
New Order,
The Raincoats,
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.