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 China and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Vladislav Delay to the crunk 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Christie,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fire Engines,
The Count Five,
Chris Corsano,
The United States of America,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Order,
D'Angelo,
48th St. Collective,
The Pop Group,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Near,
The Gladiators,
Masters at Work,
Das Ding,
Au Pairs,
T.S.O.L.,
Delta 5,
Babytalk,
Section 25,
Matthew Halsall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jandek,
Khruangbin,
The J.B.'s,
Schoolly D,
La Düsseldorf,
Basic Channel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deadbeat,
Blancmange,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Talk Talk,
Man Parrish,
The Kinks,
Sister Nancy,
Porter Ricks,
John Holt,
Yellowson,
World's Most,
The Star Department,
Animal Collective,
Grauzone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monks,
Moebius,
X-Ray Spex,
Gichy Dan,
June of 44,
Eurythmics,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.