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 Norway and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 OOIOO to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The Techniques,
Slick Rick,
Vladislav Delay,
The Residents,
The Beau Brummels,
Basic Channel,
These Immortal Souls,
The Happenings,
Reuben Wilson,
Whodini,
The Sonics,
Dead Boys,
Japan,
Desert Stars,
Royal Trux,
Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cluster,
The Music Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Letta Mbulu,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker,
Young Marble Giants,
Organ,
Cybotron,
Supertramp,
kango's stein massive,
The Mummies,
Neil Young,
Nick Fraelich,
Oblivians,
Q65,
Marmalade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arab on Radar,
The Fugs,
Blancmange,
Animal Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
JFA,
Judy Mowatt,
Cheater Slicks,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Silicon Teens,
Jacques Brel,
The Raincoats,
The Count Five,
Robert Görl,
New Order,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
D'Angelo,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Hill,
48th St. Collective,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.