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 Luxembourg and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grime 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Cheater Slicks,
John Holt,
Neu!,
The Birthday Party,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The New Christs,
The Fortunes,
The Cure,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Görl,
L. Decosne,
Vainqueur,
Connie Case,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Style,
The Mojo Men,
R.M.O.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joy Division,
Banda Bassotti,
Yaz,
The Wake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reuben Wilson,
Maleditus Sound,
Radiohead,
The Black Dice,
T. Rex,
Fatback Band,
Unwound,
Tommy Roe,
The Gories,
Jeff Mills,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smiths,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxy Music,
Marmalade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Technova,
Altered Images,
Tim Buckley,
Carl Craig,
Sight & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
John Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rosa Yemen,
Eden Ahbez,
X-102,
Leonard Cohen,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.