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 Tuvalu and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Stereo Dub to the techno 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Man Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
The Zeros,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
EPMD,
Qualms,
Eden Ahbez,
Agent Orange,
The Fuzztones,
Neu!,
Lower 48,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Organ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brass Construction,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Holt,
Warren Ellis,
The Associates,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Halsall,
Brothers Johnson,
Hashim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Red Krayola,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cheater Slicks,
Flash Fearless,
Livin' Joy,
Magazine,
Q65,
Lightning Bolt,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gabor Szabo,
Ohio Players,
The Barracudas,
Patti Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Bananas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gun Club,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Con Funk Shun,
X-Ray Spex,
Tubeway Army,
Crooked Eye,
Blancmange,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Hill,
Camberwell Now,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tom Boy,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gap Band,
Television Personalities,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.