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 Equatorial Guinea and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mandrill to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Echospace,
Eurythmics,
The Zeros,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Flag,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cheater Slicks,
The Golliwogs,
The Cramps,
the Association,
Joey Negro,
The J.B.'s,
In Retrospect,
The Standells,
The Searchers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radio Birdman,
Popol Vuh,
Camouflage,
The Pop Group,
The Associates,
Siglo XX,
Max Romeo,
Althea and Donna,
Flash Fearless,
Ten City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aswad,
Yaz,
Warren Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Scientists,
Neil Young,
Barbara Tucker,
JFA,
Mark Hollis,
Sister Nancy,
Sonic Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The United States of America,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Terry,
the Swans,
Nils Olav,
X-102,
The Beau Brummels,
Das Ding,
The Fugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suicide,
Kool Moe Dee,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.