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 Houston.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mojo Men to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Glenn Branca,
The Real Kids,
The Black Dice,
Television,
Amazonics,
Hot Snakes,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mr. Review,
Nik Kershaw,
E-Dancer,
Wire,
The Knickerbockers,
Sight & Sound,
The Busters,
The Mummies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scion,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Bourne,
Dual Sessions,
JFA,
cv313,
The Zeros,
Unrelated Segments,
Kas Product,
Suburban Knight,
Ronan,
Con Funk Shun,
Livin' Joy,
Moss Icon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cal Tjader,
Jeru the Damaja,
Danielle Patucci,
Schoolly D,
Glambeats Corp.,
Interpol,
Pylon,
The Mojo Men,
Urselle,
OOIOO,
Massinfluence,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Juan Atkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Babytalk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Icehouse,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Cell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Whodini,
DJ Style,
Eric Dolphy,
Silicon Teens,
Audionom,
Barry Ungar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Accadde A,
Tommy Roe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Franke,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.