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 Ecuador and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MC5,
The Gladiators,
The Real Kids,
Altered Images,
Stiv Bators,
Ronan,
48th St. Collective,
June Days,
Marmalade,
Max Romeo,
T.S.O.L.,
K-Klass,
The Raincoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cowsills,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Colin Newman,
Fad Gadget,
Flipper,
Niagra,
Brass Construction,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radio Birdman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
Barry Ungar,
Joey Negro,
Parry Music,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers,
The Names,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slits,
Oblivians,
Erykah Badu,
Country Teasers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smiths,
Bootsy Collins,
Nils Olav,
Khruangbin,
Das Ding,
Babytalk,
the Bar-Kays,
Main Source,
Bauhaus,
Eli Mardock,
The Count Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swans,
Funky Four + One,
Little Man,
Stockholm Monsters,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.