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 Ecuador and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pet Shop Boys to the dance 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Outsiders,
Alice Coltrane,
The Leaves,
Quadrant,
The Cowsills,
Toni Rubio,
Reagan Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Schoolly D,
The Smiths,
MC5,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
Archie Shepp,
Black Moon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sugar Minott,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wings,
Juan Atkins,
Thompson Twins,
Nico,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Depeche Mode,
The Slackers,
Make Up,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Womack,
Bang On A Can,
Skaos,
Tom Boy,
Tres Demented,
Youth Brigade,
Bob Dylan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxette,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Dolphy,
Barry Ungar,
Tears for Fears,
Unwound,
Ohio Players,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Cell,
Chrome,
Sällskapet,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Smog,
Altered Images,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultra Naté,
Television,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.