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 Nigeria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Heaven 17 to the grunge 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
The Trojans,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Finger,
Bauhaus,
Basic Channel,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
Niagra,
Tim Buckley,
Junior Murvin,
Marine Girls,
Section 25,
Young Marble Giants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lightning Bolt,
The Red Krayola,
Brick,
The Star Department,
B.T. Express,
The Wake,
Sex Pistols,
Toni Rubio,
The Doors,
K-Klass,
Symarip,
Graham Central Station,
The Vogues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Youth Brigade,
Maurizio,
Don Cherry,
the Bar-Kays,
Girls At Our Best!,
Das Ding,
Skarface,
Aaron Thompson,
Rapeman,
Metal Thangz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flipper,
Fatback Band,
Idris Muhammad,
World's Most,
The Birthday Party,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monochrome Set,
James White and The Blacks,
Mark Hollis,
The Selecter,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Buckinghams,
L. Decosne,
X-101,
Erasure,
The Pretty Things,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.