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 Oman and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lou Reed 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 Faust to the rock 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
DJ Style,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mars,
Chris Corsano,
Eden Ahbez,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Panda Bear,
Boredoms,
Howard Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Yazoo,
Zapp,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
F. McDonald,
Talk Talk,
Camouflage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Slits,
48th St. Collective,
The Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hashim,
The Litter,
Al Stewart,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers,
The Gap Band,
Khruangbin,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quadrant,
Skriet,
FM Einheit,
Guru Guru,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smiths,
Mission of Burma,
Janne Schatter,
The Fuzztones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
Royal Trux,
The Fall,
Shoche,
Blancmange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marvin Gaye,
Urselle,
Junior Murvin,
The Smoke,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.