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 Seychelles and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Eric Copeland to the funk 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Magazine,
ABC,
The Toasters,
Von Mondo,
Model 500,
The Evens,
Clear Light,
David Bowie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Sixth Finger,
Urselle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The American Breed,
Tim Buckley,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arthur Verocai,
Silicon Teens,
Sister Nancy,
Drexciya,
Pole,
Shoche,
Erasure,
Toni Rubio,
JFA,
New Age Steppers,
Fad Gadget,
Trumans Water,
Bad Manners,
Black Sheep,
Absolute Body Control,
The Birthday Party,
Alton Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
MDC,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fear,
The Happenings,
Can,
T.S.O.L.,
The Selecter,
Motorama,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
John Coltrane,
Rapeman,
D'Angelo,
Cymande,
Marvin Gaye,
World's Most,
Harmonia,
The Count Five,
Adolescents,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.