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 Kosovo and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Foxx to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Busters,
Lou Christie,
the Normal,
Marine Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
The American Breed,
Wasted Youth,
Pulsallama,
Sonny Sharrock,
Basic Channel,
The Gun Club,
David Axelrod,
Prince Buster,
Bad Manners,
Tears for Fears,
Danielle Patucci,
John Holt,
Derrick May,
Bauhaus,
Sam Rivers,
Ronnie Foster,
Duran Duran,
Circle Jerks,
Don Cherry,
Skriet,
Can,
Kenny Larkin,
Neu!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Judy Mowatt,
a-ha,
Newcleus,
Ituana,
Dead Boys,
The Barracudas,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quantec,
Soul II Soul,
Morten Harket,
The Searchers,
New York Dolls,
The Angels of Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monolake,
Chris Corsano,
Maleditus Sound,
Little Man,
The Detroit Cobras,
Howard Jones,
Albert Ayler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mummies,
Hardrive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.