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 Serbia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Chris Corsano to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Hood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MDC,
Bush Tetras,
Q and Not U,
Bluetip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aural Exciters,
Flamin' Groovies,
This Heat,
Tommy Roe,
ABC,
Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slave,
Carl Craig,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Make Up,
Scrapy,
Warsaw,
Visage,
X-Ray Spex,
MC5,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spoonie Gee,
Alice Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
Harry Pussy,
the Normal,
The Associates,
Banda Bassotti,
Excepter,
The Dead C,
Stereo Dub,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
In Retrospect,
The Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Dawn Penn,
Japan,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pole,
Smog,
Iggy Pop,
Q65,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Starr,
Accadde A,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bad Manners,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The New Christs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.