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 Taiwan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Judy Mowatt to the rock 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Seeds,
Alice Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
Ituana,
Sun Ra,
Anthony Braxton,
Leonard Cohen,
The Trojans,
The Monochrome Set,
Suicide,
Amon Düül,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Half Japanese,
The Neon Judgement,
Crime,
New Order,
Jawbox,
Sparks,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Teasers,
Cybotron,
Livin' Joy,
The J.B.'s,
Minor Threat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Christie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moss Icon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Procol Harum,
Urselle,
Cal Tjader,
Blancmange,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dirtbombs,
Ossler,
Arthur Verocai,
Nas,
The Invisible,
Heaven 17,
The Vogues,
Zapp,
Nick Fraelich,
Trumans Water,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Almond,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Near,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Green,
Infiniti,
The Smoke,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.