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 Chad and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Pierre Henry 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Jacques Brel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun City Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lakeside,
Organ,
Darondo,
Saccharine Trust,
The Slackers,
Fear,
Judy Mowatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hashim,
The Modern Lovers,
Ornette Coleman,
Iggy Pop,
Eurythmics,
Goldenarms,
the Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
Junior Murvin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neu!,
K-Klass,
Josef K,
the Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rufus Thomas,
The Moleskins,
Rhythm & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Susan Cadogan,
Yazoo,
Sixth Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Order,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Model 500,
Icehouse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Christie,
The Searchers,
Accadde A,
PIL,
Ohio Players,
Soft Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Buckinghams,
John Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
Quantec,
Scott Walker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monks,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.