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 Uganda and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Whodini to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Monochrome Set,
the Germs,
Chris & Cosey,
Hardrive,
Smog,
Sällskapet,
Warren Ellis,
Whodini,
China Crisis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
Man Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
The New Christs,
The Vogues,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fugazi,
The Techniques,
Fluxion,
The Golliwogs,
Liliput,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moss Icon,
Soul II Soul,
Piero Umiliani,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lyres,
the Sonics,
Country Teasers,
Visage,
Alice Coltrane,
Television,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Index,
Prince Buster,
Siglo XX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boredoms,
Bang On A Can,
Minny Pops,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moleskins,
Buzzcocks,
Sarah Menescal,
the Association,
Bobby Womack,
Pagans,
Flipper,
X-101,
Youth Brigade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tomorrow,
Joy Division,
Saccharine Trust,
Malaria!,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
AZ,
Scion,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.