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 China and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mummies,
Brand Nubian,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Halsall,
Erasure,
Cluster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Babytalk,
Young Marble Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
Mandrill,
The Cramps,
Leonard Cohen,
Susan Cadogan,
The Litter,
Deepchord,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magma,
Faust,
Infiniti,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick May,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Davy DMX,
Dawn Penn,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy Collins,
Quadrant,
Pulsallama,
Kurtis Blow,
PIL,
Max Romeo,
The Tremeloes,
The Durutti Column,
Eli Mardock,
Rapeman,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eden Ahbez,
Metal Thangz,
a-ha,
Ornette Coleman,
Alphaville,
the Bar-Kays,
Dark Day,
The Motions,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Sherman,
Section 25,
Chris & Cosey,
Barrington Levy,
Rosa Yemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.