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 Gabon and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Unrelated Segments to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Brick,
Altered Images,
Bobby Womack,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nas,
Bob Dylan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
cv313,
Essential Logic,
The Five Americans,
D'Angelo,
Au Pairs,
Scrapy,
The Gun Club,
Boredoms,
Mars,
Nils Olav,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Near,
Reagan Youth,
The Smiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gap Band,
The Red Krayola,
New Order,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vladislav Delay,
Radio Birdman,
Jandek,
Technova,
The Walker Brothers,
Newcleus,
Nick Fraelich,
La Düsseldorf,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Motions,
the Association,
Chris & Cosey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantytec,
Suburban Knight,
Suicide,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Junior Murvin,
The Mojo Men,
Delta 5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Offenders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ornette Coleman,
Quadrant,
Bad Manners,
Clear Light,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.