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 Malaysia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Foxx 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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Blake Baxter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Shadows of Knight,
Connie Case,
One Last Wish,
Youth Brigade,
Ronan,
John Holt,
New Order,
Gang Gang Dance,
10cc,
The Durutti Column,
Cameo,
Davy DMX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Talk Talk,
Albert Ayler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Martian,
The Remains,
Laurel Aitken,
Bluetip,
Audionom,
The Modern Lovers,
The Leaves,
The Detroit Cobras,
In Retrospect,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
Pantytec,
Deakin,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Bar-Kays,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fad Gadget,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
L. Decosne,
Robert Görl,
Joe Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Slackers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tubeway Army,
The Slits,
OOIOO,
Skriet,
Duran Duran,
Essential Logic,
B.T. Express,
The Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
Wire,
The Knickerbockers,
AZ,
Archie Shepp,
Lucky Dragons,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
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.