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 Ireland and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Neon Judgement to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
The Mummies,
Patti Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rapeman,
Youth Brigade,
Severed Heads,
Deakin,
Siglo XX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fall,
The Blues Magoos,
Massinfluence,
The Knickerbockers,
Main Source,
Soul Sonic Force,
Organ,
Mars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick May,
The Blackbyrds,
Quando Quango,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visage,
Ultravox,
Skarface,
Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Supertramp,
MC5,
John Foxx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Japan,
The Associates,
Half Japanese,
Groovy Waters,
One Last Wish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Monolake,
Brass Construction,
Sister Nancy,
The Doors,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Grass Roots,
Neu!,
Guru Guru,
The Invisible,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stereo Dub,
Mad Mike,
Vladislav Delay,
Mr. Review,
Kurtis Blow,
Subhumans,
Average White Band,
Barrington Levy,
Audionom,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.