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 Gabon and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Matthew Halsall to the grunge 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Eddi Front,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare,
Deakin,
The Misunderstood,
The Mojo Men,
Boz Scaggs,
David Bowie,
DNA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Outsiders,
Lower 48,
Flash Fearless,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Angels of Light,
Max Romeo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
Section 25,
Yaz,
B.T. Express,
Bauhaus,
Soulsonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
the Slits,
a-ha,
Deadbeat,
Morten Harket,
Janne Schatter,
Index,
Tim Buckley,
Carl Craig,
Franke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maurizio,
The Leaves,
Jacques Brel,
Susan Cadogan,
Letta Mbulu,
Mission of Burma,
X-101,
Eli Mardock,
Chris Corsano,
Cecil Taylor,
Delta 5,
Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
U.S. Maple,
Average White Band,
The Doors,
JFA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thompson Twins,
Judy Mowatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.