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 Cyprus and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Martian to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Niagra,
A Certain Ratio,
Visage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
This Heat,
The Fortunes,
Alphaville,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Happenings,
Crime,
Model 500,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Outsiders,
D'Angelo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Au Pairs,
The Mojo Men,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brick,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Lynne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Simply Red,
The Star Department,
The Angels of Light,
Sam Rivers,
John Lydon,
Chris Corsano,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers,
The Monks,
Terry Callier,
The Blackbyrds,
Quadrant,
Easy Going,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fat Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Green,
Crash Course in Science,
Eve St. Jones,
Von Mondo,
Public Enemy,
June Days,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Wells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Lakeside,
Animal Collective,
Camouflage,
Fear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unrelated Segments,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.