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 Estonia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Das Ding to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
EPMD,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Slits,
Ultravox,
The Seeds,
Moby Grape,
The Beau Brummels,
the Germs,
Eve St. Jones,
Sandy B,
Duran Duran,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moody Blues,
Sister Nancy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cluster,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Teasers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roger Hodgson,
Jandek,
Morten Harket,
Wire,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiohead,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Moon,
FM Einheit,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young,
Harmonia,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Invisible,
Desert Stars,
Adolescents,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mr. Review,
ABC,
Mad Mike,
Susan Cadogan,
Bob Dylan,
Dark Day,
Agent Orange,
X-101,
Blake Baxter,
June Days,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fall,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delta 5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smoke,
OOIOO,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rod Modell,
China Crisis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.