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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Absolute Body Control to the electroclash 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
Gang Green,
Thee Headcoats,
The Wake,
Brothers Johnson,
Chrome,
Mars,
The Knickerbockers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Trumans Water,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Almond,
Fad Gadget,
The Sonics,
Qualms,
Faust,
World's Most,
Harry Pussy,
Max Romeo,
The Fall,
Cluster,
Man Parrish,
Altered Images,
Ultravox,
The Happenings,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warren Ellis,
Motorama,
the Normal,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
a-ha,
the Germs,
Scrapy,
Average White Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Lynne,
KRS-One,
Roxy Music,
Lyres,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hardrive,
K-Klass,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monks,
Dead Boys,
The Trojans,
OOIOO,
James Chance & The Contortions,
FM Einheit,
Lakeside,
Mandrill,
Das Ding,
Quantec,
Dennis Brown,
Index,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.