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 Palau and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Happenings to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Pussy Galore,
Scratch Acid,
Goldenarms,
Quadrant,
Adolescents,
James White and The Blacks,
Cameo,
Charles Mingus,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-Ray Spex,
Second Layer,
Sister Nancy,
Kaleidoscope,
Funky Four + One,
Lungfish,
Das Ding,
Flipper,
The Slackers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Evens,
Rapeman,
Terry Callier,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
Make Up,
Banda Bassotti,
T. Rex,
The Gap Band,
Skarface,
The Vogues,
Mandrill,
Bobby Sherman,
Arab on Radar,
David Axelrod,
Radio Birdman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unrelated Segments,
Swans,
Chrome,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Wells,
Deakin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra,
Bill Near,
Janne Schatter,
Wire,
Josef K,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Zeros,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Don Cherry,
Skaos,
The Busters,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.