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 Nicaragua and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Hashim to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The United States of America,
Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Deepchord,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Womack,
Sonic Youth,
Lungfish,
Grauzone,
Connie Case,
John Cale,
Jawbox,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Osbourne,
U.S. Maple,
Mark Hollis,
Whodini,
These Immortal Souls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Michelle Simonal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fear,
Sandy B,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erasure,
Dual Sessions,
Todd Rundgren,
Q65,
Donny Hathaway,
Brass Construction,
Das Ding,
Albert Ayler,
Ice-T,
Little Man,
Q and Not U,
Quadrant,
Severed Heads,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June Days,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra,
Alphaville,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxette,
Malaria!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Index,
Rotary Connection,
Babytalk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Max Romeo,
The Music Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harry Pussy,
The Fuzztones,
Massinfluence,
The Names,
Cecil Taylor,
Pussy Galore,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.