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 Korea North and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rap 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Loose Ends,
Colin Newman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
Los Fastidios,
Procol Harum,
The Star Department,
Erykah Badu,
Skriet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Saints,
Chrome,
DJ Style,
Scrapy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sparks,
Joe Finger,
Mad Mike,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Swans,
D'Angelo,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Divine Comedy,
Moss Icon,
Silicon Teens,
AZ,
Nils Olav,
The Grass Roots,
Joyce Sims,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick Morgan,
Aural Exciters,
Dead Boys,
Outsiders,
Eddi Front,
Cluster,
Clear Light,
Hasil Adkins,
Terry Callier,
Ituana,
The Selecter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neu!,
Malaria!,
Bang On A Can,
Roxette,
The Zeros,
H. Thieme,
The Residents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlback,
Basic Channel,
CMW,
The Gories,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.