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 Spain and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Nirvana to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Joyce Sims,
Boogie Down Productions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blancmange,
Flipper,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gun Club,
New York Dolls,
David Bowie,
A Certain Ratio,
Mandrill,
Au Pairs,
The Names,
The Black Dice,
Marc Almond,
Bush Tetras,
Kevin Saunderson,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Clarke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fall,
MDC,
Malaria!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dawn Penn,
Bad Manners,
The Music Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Bob Dylan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Byron Stingily,
Monks,
Hot Snakes,
Von Mondo,
The Leaves,
Crooked Eye,
Nirvana,
Colin Newman,
Main Source,
The Selecter,
John Cale,
The Vogues,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Style,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mars,
Can,
E-Dancer,
Quantec,
Cameo,
Harpers Bizarre,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Icehouse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
Crispian St. Peters,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.