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 Tunisia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Y Pants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sound,
Procol Harum,
The Mummies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Steve Hackett,
Ken Boothe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Aaron Thompson,
Deakin,
F. McDonald,
Connie Case,
Ronnie Foster,
EPMD,
Archie Shepp,
Negative Approach,
Faraquet,
The Fall,
Rekid,
The Trojans,
Derrick Morgan,
Audionom,
Trumans Water,
New Order,
Hashim,
Cluster,
Urselle,
One Last Wish,
Excepter,
Ponytail,
Gabor Szabo,
Babytalk,
La Düsseldorf,
Essential Logic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül II,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Isaac Hayes,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Bourne,
China Crisis,
Brand Nubian,
Zapp,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moody Blues,
Little Man,
Ituana,
Mantronix,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deepchord,
Swans,
Parry Music,
Nick Fraelich,
Q and Not U,
Popol Vuh,
Laurel Aitken,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.