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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Pus to the crunk 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Lakeside,
The Slackers,
Stiv Bators,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Style,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Can,
The Moleskins,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Buckinghams,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deakin,
Buzzcocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dark Day,
Duran Duran,
Minnie Riperton,
The Selecter,
Siglo XX,
Ludus,
Deadbeat,
Franke,
Warsaw,
F. McDonald,
Fear,
Skaos,
Chrome,
Minny Pops,
Fugazi,
New Order,
the Sonics,
Joey Negro,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra,
Michelle Simonal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Godley & Creme,
The Music Machine,
The Fall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantytec,
David Bowie,
The Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Enemy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric B and Rakim,
Prince Buster,
the Human League,
Drexciya,
The Fuzztones,
Aloha Tigers,
Yaz,
The Motions,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.