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 Croatia and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Moss Icon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
The Names,
Flipper,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Kinks,
R.M.O.,
Ultravox,
The Slits,
Todd Terry,
Harry Pussy,
Joy Division,
Michelle Simonal,
New Order,
Lungfish,
Franke,
The Vogues,
Depeche Mode,
John Lydon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ituana,
Parry Music,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sam Rivers,
Peter & Gordon,
Technova,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Pus,
The Divine Comedy,
In Retrospect,
Crime,
Tubeway Army,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mission of Burma,
Tim Buckley,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camouflage,
K-Klass,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nik Kershaw,
Dave Gahan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Clarke,
Maurizio,
ABBA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mo-Dettes,
Steve Hackett,
Ronan,
The Star Department,
Massinfluence,
Magma,
Oblivians,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suburban Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.