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 Tonga and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 James White and The Blacks to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
New York Dolls,
Warren Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABBA,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Parrish,
Maurizio,
Pussy Galore,
Jandek,
The Cowsills,
Soft Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Litter,
Sun Ra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monochrome Set,
Grauzone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Happenings,
Index,
The Pop Group,
Country Teasers,
Ornette Coleman,
Newcleus,
The Birthday Party,
Model 500,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gories,
Lou Christie,
Altered Images,
The Velvet Underground,
Supertramp,
Joe Smooth,
T.S.O.L.,
The New Christs,
The Mummies,
Minny Pops,
Moss Icon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Clear Light,
Ossler,
Roxette,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rufus Thomas,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lakeside,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Durutti Column,
The Mojo Men,
Infiniti,
Camberwell Now,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.