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 Antigua and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
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 oboe 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Fortunes,
Aloha Tigers,
The New Christs,
Eli Mardock,
Arthur Verocai,
Main Source,
Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
Danielle Patucci,
Chris Corsano,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Fraelich,
Siglo XX,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Pop Group,
The Five Americans,
Saccharine Trust,
Interpol,
Sound Behaviour,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Pus,
Lower 48,
Max Romeo,
Colin Newman,
Janne Schatter,
The Buckinghams,
Basic Channel,
Depeche Mode,
Mandrill,
Cymande,
Pantytec,
Pere Ubu,
The United States of America,
Sun Ra,
The Misunderstood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Guru Guru,
Gang of Four,
Michelle Simonal,
Barry Ungar,
Dawn Penn,
Scion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grauzone,
The Searchers,
Prince Buster,
Public Enemy,
June Days,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cramps,
Robert Wyatt,
Popol Vuh,
Arab on Radar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
World's Most,
a-ha,
Bob Dylan,
Scan 7,
the Swans,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.