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 Botswana and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sandy B to the disco 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Black Dice,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Green,
John Lydon,
Inner City,
DJ Style,
Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Womack,
Sandy B,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kenny Larkin,
Marvin Gaye,
B.T. Express,
Jawbox,
Angry Samoans,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dirtbombs,
Archie Shepp,
Groovy Waters,
Scratch Acid,
Vainqueur,
Radiohead,
Roger Hodgson,
Bauhaus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Max Romeo,
Country Teasers,
Schoolly D,
The Litter,
Soft Cell,
Sparks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Moon,
Jandek,
The Music Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Pole,
Ultra Naté,
Pylon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mo-Dettes,
The Divine Comedy,
Swell Maps,
X-102,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.