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 Uruguay and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Arcadia to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
The New Christs,
Agitation Free,
Ken Boothe,
June of 44,
Rosa Yemen,
Sandy B,
Eric Copeland,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed,
Funkadelic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June Days,
Ossler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zapp,
Pole,
DJ Sneak,
Echospace,
Magma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Rundgren,
Vainqueur,
Chrome,
Eric Dolphy,
John Lydon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Zeros,
Procol Harum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fortunes,
Surgeon,
LL Cool J,
Rotary Connection,
the Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
The Birthday Party,
Drexciya,
Accadde A,
Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
The Names,
Television,
China Crisis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang of Four,
The Slackers,
Lower 48,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fuzztones,
X-Ray Spex,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lyres,
Black Flag,
Black Moon,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.