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 Comoros and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Robert Görl to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Grauzone,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun City Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
K-Klass,
Organ,
Fluxion,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Cale,
Terry Callier,
The Detroit Cobras,
Massinfluence,
The Barracudas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reagan Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
the Soft Cell,
Make Up,
The Count Five,
Radiohead,
Clear Light,
EPMD,
The Kinks,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric B and Rakim,
Talk Talk,
Gang Starr,
Archie Shepp,
Oneida,
Warsaw,
Alice Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
Suicide,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare,
Janne Schatter,
Arcadia,
Black Moon,
Swans,
Metal Thangz,
Adolescents,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gories,
Marine Girls,
Maurizio,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Dolphy,
T.S.O.L.,
Juan Atkins,
The Cowsills,
Little Man,
Alphaville,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
Stetsasonic,
Roxy Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Neon Judgement,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.