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 Brazil and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
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 clarinet 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 Eve St. Jones to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Tears for Fears,
Pere Ubu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Soft Cell,
The Associates,
R.M.O.,
Alice Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
Lower 48,
ABC,
Clear Light,
Dual Sessions,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cure,
The Real Kids,
Blake Baxter,
Bluetip,
The Neon Judgement,
Junior Murvin,
Jacob Miller,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Hood,
Joensuu 1685,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mars,
The Divine Comedy,
Tubeway Army,
Das Ding,
The Skatalites,
The Busters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
AZ,
Rosa Yemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
L. Decosne,
The Sonics,
Country Teasers,
Stereo Dub,
Bronski Beat,
Morten Harket,
Heaven 17,
The Slits,
Easy Going,
Interpol,
Swans,
Soul II Soul,
B.T. Express,
The Gap Band,
Livin' Joy,
Symarip,
Flamin' Groovies,
Make Up,
John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
Carl Craig,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.