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 India and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Byron Stingily to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
Television Personalities,
The Walker Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young,
FM Einheit,
These Immortal Souls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lucky Dragons,
The Five Americans,
Jacques Brel,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Desert Stars,
Gang of Four,
Slave,
Anthony Braxton,
The Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
David McCallum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barry Ungar,
Vladislav Delay,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cameo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Halsall,
Agent Orange,
Motorama,
Minutemen,
Tears for Fears,
The Selecter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moebius,
the Normal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anakelly,
Stockholm Monsters,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Talk Talk,
Joe Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
Pantaleimon,
Minor Threat,
Japan,
Trumans Water,
Basic Channel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zero Boys,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.