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 Peru and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
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 Deepchord to the grunge 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-Ray Spex,
Moebius,
Hashim,
June of 44,
Little Man,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warren Ellis,
Simply Red,
Hasil Adkins,
Fatback Band,
The Gladiators,
Absolute Body Control,
Japan,
LL Cool J,
Marvin Gaye,
EPMD,
Camouflage,
Steve Hackett,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chrome,
Eli Mardock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pulsallama,
Average White Band,
a-ha,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultra Naté,
Chris & Cosey,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deadbeat,
The Raincoats,
Animal Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
Howard Jones,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick May,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Kinks,
Bang On A Can,
The Star Department,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fall,
Nik Kershaw,
Cal Tjader,
Severed Heads,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Teasers,
Vainqueur,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young,
Babytalk,
Bronski Beat,
Barry Ungar,
Rakim,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.