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 Liechtenstein and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Five Americans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spandau Ballet,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Order,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vainqueur,
Susan Cadogan,
Hot Snakes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool Moe Dee,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yellowson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
10cc,
Sandy B,
Howard Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Metal Thangz,
Technova,
ABC,
The Last Poets,
Eli Mardock,
Banda Bassotti,
The Grass Roots,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Trojans,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Beau Brummels,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Davy DMX,
Eurythmics,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABBA,
Derrick Morgan,
Little Man,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slave,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Talk Talk,
Silicon Teens,
Dual Sessions,
The Count Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
China Crisis,
Buzzcocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Searchers,
John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
Intrusion,
Sound Behaviour,
Aaron Thompson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New York Dolls,
Soft Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.