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 Romania and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Angry Samoans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Echospace,
Joy Division,
The Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
Wasted Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Au Pairs,
Lucky Dragons,
Mantronix,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
The J.B.'s,
The Dave Clark Five,
Severed Heads,
Faust,
Scan 7,
Maleditus Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Mark Hollis,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Henry Cow,
Erasure,
Grauzone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pulsallama,
Underground Resistance,
John Cale,
Panda Bear,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marvin Gaye,
Accadde A,
Can,
Tears for Fears,
Glenn Branca,
Camouflage,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quantec,
Blake Baxter,
Brand Nubian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
The American Breed,
Kayak,
Pantaleimon,
Dennis Brown,
Rapeman,
David Bowie,
Ultimate Spinach,
Junior Murvin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Audionom,
Amazonics,
Flipper,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.