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 Papua New Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 Tres Demented 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Litter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
Stereo Dub,
The Dirtbombs,
Amazonics,
Prince Buster,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Sun City Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Qualms,
The Velvet Underground,
Maurizio,
The Slits,
Animal Collective,
X-102,
Angry Samoans,
Bush Tetras,
Fugazi,
EPMD,
Adolescents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Associates,
Tears for Fears,
Patti Smith,
Massinfluence,
Black Moon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minny Pops,
Negative Approach,
Soul II Soul,
the Association,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Happenings,
Delta 5,
the Fania All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
The Raincoats,
New York Dolls,
Echospace,
Japan,
Johnny Clarke,
Masters at Work,
Joyce Sims,
Hardrive,
Eden Ahbez,
Arab on Radar,
Guru Guru,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stetsasonic,
The Fugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Albert Ayler,
The Pretty Things,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Dolphy,
Depeche Mode,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.