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 Austria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Skriet to the techno 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Lou Reed,
The Buckinghams,
Vladislav Delay,
Byron Stingily,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young,
The Remains,
Freddie Wadling,
Duran Duran,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quantec,
The Litter,
Gastr Del Sol,
H. Thieme,
Mantronix,
Ronan,
Warren Ellis,
The Moleskins,
Lyres,
Morten Harket,
Rotary Connection,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sällskapet,
Fad Gadget,
The Fugs,
Qualms,
Angry Samoans,
Black Sheep,
New York Dolls,
Infiniti,
Eric Dolphy,
Underground Resistance,
Nik Kershaw,
Marmalade,
Sister Nancy,
Altered Images,
Rites of Spring,
The Saints,
U.S. Maple,
Jandek,
Bush Tetras,
Danielle Patucci,
Youth Brigade,
Siglo XX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Franke,
John Foxx,
Sun City Girls,
Jawbox,
Yusef Lateef,
Zero Boys,
Shoche,
Faraquet,
Babytalk,
the Normal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moebius,
the Swans,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.