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 Azerbaijan and from Winnipeg.
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 Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Bluetip,
Ornette Coleman,
Little Man,
Animal Collective,
48th St. Collective,
Rotary Connection,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Tremeloes,
Faust,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
cv313,
Blancmange,
Kas Product,
The Real Kids,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ludus,
The Toasters,
Scrapy,
The Dirtbombs,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mary Jane Girls,
Average White Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Dave Gahan,
Skriet,
Nico,
Mo-Dettes,
Minnie Riperton,
Fatback Band,
L. Decosne,
a-ha,
the Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sparks,
Heaven 17,
Jacques Brel,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerri Chandler,
Marmalade,
MC5,
The Birthday Party,
Buzzcocks,
Deadbeat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Section 25,
Terry Callier,
Eddi Front,
Whodini,
Agitation Free,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.