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 Tajikistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Holger Czukay 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 Joy Division to the electroclash 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Gap Band,
The Fall,
Black Bananas,
Arcadia,
X-101,
Brothers Johnson,
World's Most,
Clear Light,
Sonic Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smiths,
Japan,
Deadbeat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Birthday Party,
Crash Course in Science,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
L. Decosne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
This Heat,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Clarke,
Bush Tetras,
Patti Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Intrusion,
Thee Headcoats,
Eve St. Jones,
Monks,
Brick,
China Crisis,
Das Ding,
Aaron Thompson,
Piero Umiliani,
John Lydon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Toni Rubio,
Scan 7,
Moss Icon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Bourne,
Con Funk Shun,
Joey Negro,
Vladislav Delay,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Pus,
Tom Boy,
Hot Snakes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.