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 Dominica and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 The Angels of Light to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Move,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
T. Rex,
Guru Guru,
Slave,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Interpol,
New York Dolls,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Wells,
Sparks,
JFA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Human League,
Subhumans,
Rites of Spring,
the Slits,
The Gladiators,
The Divine Comedy,
Icehouse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radio Birdman,
Junior Murvin,
Ultravox,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lakeside,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unwound,
Warren Ellis,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Görl,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donny Hathaway,
Reagan Youth,
Surgeon,
Arab on Radar,
Morten Harket,
John Cale,
The Index,
Sight & Sound,
Minutemen,
Adolescents,
Arcadia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Order,
Howard Jones,
cv313,
Bauhaus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alton Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
Barbara Tucker,
Rufus Thomas,
Toni Rubio,
Grauzone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sound,
The New Christs,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.