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 Lithuania and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Black Sheep to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pulsallama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agent Orange,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Cell,
Organ,
Wolf Eyes,
Blossom Toes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Enemy,
Pere Ubu,
Nirvana,
Rosa Yemen,
Barrington Levy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Graham Central Station,
Terry Callier,
The Sound,
Moby Grape,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Don Cherry,
Vladislav Delay,
Rakim,
F. McDonald,
Whodini,
Bill Wells,
The Selecter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rufus Thomas,
Warren Ellis,
The Litter,
Roxy Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barbara Tucker,
X-102,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed,
cv313,
The Index,
Black Moon,
The Star Department,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skarface,
Basic Channel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
These Immortal Souls,
Albert Ayler,
The Gun Club,
Grauzone,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.