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 Japan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 a-ha to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Names,
Procol Harum,
Delta 5,
Radio Birdman,
Mission of Burma,
These Immortal Souls,
T. Rex,
Hashim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
a-ha,
Slave,
Zapp,
Tres Demented,
Mo-Dettes,
Isaac Hayes,
Mantronix,
Iggy Pop,
Suicide,
The Pop Group,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moss Icon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masters at Work,
The Black Dice,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Babytalk,
Deadbeat,
Rosa Yemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Depeche Mode,
Smog,
New Order,
Toni Rubio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Barry Ungar,
Excepter,
Grauzone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Machine,
Loose Ends,
David McCallum,
The Music Machine,
Josef K,
Tears for Fears,
Piero Umiliani,
Vainqueur,
Mr. Review,
Davy DMX,
Half Japanese,
Surgeon,
Maleditus Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.