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 Belarus and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Derrick Morgan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Lower 48,
Technova,
X-101,
Heaven 17,
The Happenings,
Outsiders,
B.T. Express,
Audionom,
Aural Exciters,
The Motions,
Drexciya,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masters at Work,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eurythmics,
Agitation Free,
Gichy Dan,
The Selecter,
Altered Images,
The Music Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Vladislav Delay,
Kas Product,
Skriet,
The Moleskins,
The Doors,
These Immortal Souls,
UT,
Eric Copeland,
FM Einheit,
Brick,
The Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
The Gladiators,
Schoolly D,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nils Olav,
cv313,
Leonard Cohen,
Dark Day,
a-ha,
The Names,
Wire,
Black Flag,
Wally Richardson,
Brass Construction,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Move,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quando Quango,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Interpol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Peter & Gordon,
Henry Cow,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.