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 Cape Verde and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Kerri Chandler to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Style,
Faust,
The Standells,
Inner City,
48th St. Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Davy DMX,
Cal Tjader,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker,
Reuben Wilson,
Jandek,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Massinfluence,
Easy Going,
the Sonics,
Arcadia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David McCallum,
Delta 5,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vainqueur,
Stetsasonic,
La Düsseldorf,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fela Kuti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronan,
Gong,
Wasted Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABC,
Ponytail,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Wells,
Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mandrill,
Pere Ubu,
Hasil Adkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television Personalities,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Green,
Matthew Bourne,
The Red Krayola,
Bauhaus,
Make Up,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Move,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.