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 Cambodia and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Bronski Beat to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cameo,
Average White Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Red Krayola,
Terry Callier,
Hasil Adkins,
the Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Flesh Eaters,
The New Christs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Royal Trux,
Aswad,
Byron Stingily,
Anakelly,
Technova,
MDC,
The Offenders,
MC5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
John Foxx,
The Stooges,
Nico,
Charles Mingus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skarface,
Rosa Yemen,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Dolphy,
Wire,
Jeff Lynne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick Morgan,
Trumans Water,
Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
Guru Guru,
Mandrill,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
John Lydon,
Yellowson,
Cheater Slicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monks,
The Gories,
Joe Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.