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 Latvia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Funky Four + One to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Robert Görl,
Bluetip,
Fad Gadget,
Ludus,
Mad Mike,
Aural Exciters,
Isaac Hayes,
Moebius,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Groovy Waters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
K-Klass,
The Techniques,
Technova,
The Buckinghams,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Underground Resistance,
The Moody Blues,
Excepter,
Los Fastidios,
Mantronix,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
AZ,
Delta 5,
In Retrospect,
Franke,
Zapp,
Flipper,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
48th St. Collective,
Suicide,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faust,
Roxette,
The Litter,
The New Christs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pulsallama,
The Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
Glenn Branca,
Subhumans,
Judy Mowatt,
Bad Manners,
Main Source,
Moss Icon,
Sister Nancy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rod Modell,
U.S. Maple,
X-Ray Spex,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.