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 Iceland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 X-Ray Spex to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
T.S.O.L.,
Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
The Fortunes,
Flash Fearless,
Ornette Coleman,
Nico,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cowsills,
Derrick Morgan,
X-Ray Spex,
Model 500,
The Dead C,
the Germs,
Tears for Fears,
Intrusion,
Skaos,
Slave,
Theoretical Girls,
Sparks,
L. Decosne,
Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
James White and The Blacks,
David McCallum,
Quadrant,
Goldenarms,
Panda Bear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Slits,
Slick Rick,
The Busters,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Smooth,
Massinfluence,
JFA,
Lou Christie,
Pagans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tres Demented,
The Detroit Cobras,
Connie Case,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nas,
The Motions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tom Boy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shoche,
Todd Terry,
Thompson Twins,
The Evens,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nirvana,
Audionom,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
Dual Sessions,
Cameo,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.