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 Angola and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scientists to the techno 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scientists,
Sarah Menescal,
Nirvana,
the Germs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ludus,
Desert Stars,
Scion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Martian,
PIL,
The Monks,
Bill Wells,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crime,
This Heat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ituana,
The Walker Brothers,
Index,
World's Most,
Radio Birdman,
Inner City,
Angry Samoans,
Marine Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Minutemen,
Harry Pussy,
Cecil Taylor,
The Zeros,
CMW,
The Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
Organ,
Ultravox,
Essential Logic,
The Evens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Japan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Görl,
Minny Pops,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
48th St. Collective,
Trumans Water,
MDC,
Wolf Eyes,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June Days,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.