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 Albania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Gang of Four to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alphaville,
Silicon Teens,
Scion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Steve Hackett,
Malaria!,
Motorama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crime,
Skriet,
Pantaleimon,
Ken Boothe,
Sugar Minott,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blossom Toes,
Aswad,
Colin Newman,
Black Flag,
Marmalade,
Panda Bear,
Dark Day,
June Days,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ludus,
Depeche Mode,
Donny Hathaway,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Evens,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Almond,
Mad Mike,
The Standells,
The Cowsills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick Morgan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young,
The Fuzztones,
Second Layer,
Qualms,
Reuben Wilson,
X-Ray Spex,
Groovy Waters,
Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
Siglo XX,
Radiohead,
Albert Ayler,
Chris & Cosey,
Dawn Penn,
Tears for Fears,
The Real Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deakin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.