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 Venezuela and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Manchester and Columbus.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Simply Red to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The Birthday Party,
Lightning Bolt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monolake,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Severed Heads,
Public Enemy,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Mills,
Groovy Waters,
48th St. Collective,
cv313,
This Heat,
Black Flag,
Black Moon,
Chris Corsano,
Slave,
X-102,
Ronan,
Harmonia,
Rosa Yemen,
the Normal,
Mantronix,
Wire,
Suicide,
Hashim,
Flash Fearless,
The Human League,
Audionom,
Faraquet,
Flipper,
Lower 48,
Terry Callier,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agitation Free,
Boredoms,
Anthony Braxton,
Oblivians,
X-Ray Spex,
Franke,
KRS-One,
Zero Boys,
Altered Images,
Jerry's Kids,
Dawn Penn,
Aaron Thompson,
Prince Buster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scientists,
DJ Style,
Section 25,
The Slackers,
The Golliwogs,
Massinfluence,
Liliput,
Urselle,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shuggie Otis,
Quadrant,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.