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 Turkmenistan and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Kenny Larkin 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pop Group,
Guru Guru,
Ultimate Spinach,
Outsiders,
Mission of Burma,
Hashim,
Bush Tetras,
Spandau Ballet,
Rekid,
Vainqueur,
Stiv Bators,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiohead,
Tim Buckley,
Kerri Chandler,
John Cale,
The Durutti Column,
The Seeds,
Gang of Four,
The Modern Lovers,
Sam Rivers,
Chris Corsano,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fad Gadget,
Mr. Review,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kayak,
Urselle,
Ronan,
Camouflage,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare,
Siglo XX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Goldenarms,
The Moleskins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Metal Thangz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young,
Marvin Gaye,
ABBA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Essential Logic,
Hoover,
Todd Terry,
The Count Five,
Masters at Work,
The Last Poets,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Skatalites,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris & Cosey,
Byron Stingily,
June of 44,
The Moody Blues,
Surgeon,
Agent Orange,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.