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 Turkmenistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
June of 44,
Tom Boy,
The Doors,
MC5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boredoms,
Wings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suicide,
Jimmy McGriff,
K-Klass,
Cluster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swell Maps,
Von Mondo,
Joensuu 1685,
Sarah Menescal,
Quadrant,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minor Threat,
Yaz,
The Tremeloes,
the Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
Sight & Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Sex Pistols,
Duran Duran,
Alton Ellis,
The Toasters,
Minutemen,
Saccharine Trust,
Silicon Teens,
The Motions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gichy Dan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Normal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Raincoats,
Pantytec,
Carl Craig,
Jerry's Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
U.S. Maple,
The Buckinghams,
OOIOO,
Marine Girls,
Country Teasers,
The Sonics,
Icehouse,
Eric Dolphy,
The Knickerbockers,
Albert Ayler,
Monks,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.