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 Nigeria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the disco 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
John Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
Lyres,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Sherman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moebius,
Eden Ahbez,
Television Personalities,
Icehouse,
Khruangbin,
Bill Wells,
Wire,
Alphaville,
The Raincoats,
Zapp,
Minutemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Sneak,
Ronnie Foster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Symarip,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Hill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Au Pairs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed,
Subhumans,
Junior Murvin,
Fad Gadget,
Japan,
Sixth Finger,
Donald Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
Section 25,
The Count Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-102,
Jerry's Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Invisible,
the Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hasil Adkins,
Yazoo,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deadbeat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mandrill,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.