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 Palau and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 DJ Sneak 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Japan,
Joyce Sims,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
Deepchord,
Neil Young,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fuzztones,
MDC,
Von Mondo,
Lower 48,
Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Görl,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sarah Menescal,
Laurel Aitken,
X-102,
Avey Tare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harry Pussy,
World's Most,
Eve St. Jones,
The J.B.'s,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sandy B,
The Cure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June Days,
Fatback Band,
Masters at Work,
Agent Orange,
Carl Craig,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerri Chandler,
Stetsasonic,
Babytalk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Y Pants,
Bootsy Collins,
Fad Gadget,
Pussy Galore,
The Beau Brummels,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brick,
Chris Corsano,
Depeche Mode,
Faust,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Teasers,
Liliput,
Rosa Yemen,
Tom Boy,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.