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 Pakistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 The Fuzztones to the rap 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gories,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scratch Acid,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Clarke,
Groovy Waters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dual Sessions,
Iggy Pop,
Lower 48,
Godley & Creme,
H. Thieme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quantec,
Darondo,
The Barracudas,
Erasure,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gabor Szabo,
Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Make Up,
Newcleus,
Technova,
Sound Behaviour,
Ten City,
Aural Exciters,
Parry Music,
Nico,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Wake,
The Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
Don Cherry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joy Division,
Yusef Lateef,
B.T. Express,
the Association,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wings,
Hardrive,
The Cowsills,
Con Funk Shun,
Khruangbin,
Faraquet,
Chris Corsano,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moody Blues,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick May,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magazine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mr. Review,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.