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 Indonesia and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 The Birthday Party to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
JFA,
the Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shoche,
Reuben Wilson,
Tears for Fears,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick Morgan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dead Boys,
Black Pus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Litter,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gun Club,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare,
The Smoke,
Hardrive,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aswad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Audionom,
The Zeros,
Brick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ossler,
The Mummies,
Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Leonard Cohen,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shuggie Otis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Symarip,
The Invisible,
Sugar Minott,
The Dirtbombs,
The New Christs,
Y Pants,
Davy DMX,
Cal Tjader,
Easy Going,
Althea and Donna,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minutemen,
The United States of America,
D'Angelo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nico,
Carl Craig,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.