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 South Africa and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Swans to the techno 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Roger Hodgson,
Kayak,
The Searchers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris & Cosey,
Nirvana,
John Foxx,
Susan Cadogan,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-Ray Spex,
Harmonia,
Lou Christie,
Pantaleimon,
Graham Central Station,
Shoche,
The Motions,
Bob Dylan,
Mr. Review,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantytec,
Cybotron,
The Last Poets,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magma,
Kerri Chandler,
Ossler,
Rosa Yemen,
Excepter,
The Standells,
Idris Muhammad,
Cal Tjader,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Angels of Light,
Tres Demented,
The Pretty Things,
Boredoms,
The Martian,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang of Four,
MDC,
Kas Product,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barrington Levy,
Warsaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sarah Menescal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Von Mondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wings,
Clear Light,
Josef K,
Sister Nancy,
Rotary Connection,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.