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 Sierra Leone and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Godley & Creme,
Pantytec,
Siglo XX,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantaleimon,
Eddi Front,
The Litter,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gichy Dan,
Zapp,
The Cowsills,
Underground Resistance,
Ronnie Foster,
Unrelated Segments,
Joy Division,
Interpol,
Royal Trux,
Jawbox,
The Birthday Party,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agent Orange,
Marine Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Bob Dylan,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Y Pants,
Jerry's Kids,
the Normal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stiv Bators,
Jeru the Damaja,
Excepter,
Tubeway Army,
Bush Tetras,
David Axelrod,
Roxy Music,
The Tremeloes,
Country Teasers,
Danielle Patucci,
Arthur Verocai,
Pierre Henry,
Technova,
Oneida,
Laurel Aitken,
John Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Scrapy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
10cc,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Hood,
The Gap Band,
Joensuu 1685,
The Evens,
Franke,
Radiohead,
the Association,
Delta 5,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.