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 Greece and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Essential Logic,
Grey Daturas,
Magazine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gabor Szabo,
Wally Richardson,
The Neon Judgement,
The Golliwogs,
Technova,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Urselle,
Alice Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minutemen,
FM Einheit,
The Seeds,
Scan 7,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sugar Minott,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Machine,
The Gap Band,
The Slackers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hoover,
World's Most,
Pole,
Gong,
Nils Olav,
Colin Newman,
Ituana,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dave Gahan,
Deadbeat,
Supertramp,
Motorama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scrapy,
The New Christs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ornette Coleman,
Connie Case,
The Divine Comedy,
The Knickerbockers,
The Standells,
Sandy B,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Main Source,
Stetsasonic,
Cal Tjader,
Lungfish,
Joyce Sims,
Negative Approach,
Niagra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
U.S. Maple,
Davy DMX,
The Walker Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.