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 Hungary and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
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 theremin 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
AZ,
Newcleus,
Cheater Slicks,
Fluxion,
Skaos,
Joey Negro,
Scion,
The Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul Sonic Force,
Babytalk,
Spandau Ballet,
Vainqueur,
Bad Manners,
kango's stein massive,
Man Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
Jawbox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moss Icon,
Mark Hollis,
Pantaleimon,
Gang of Four,
Depeche Mode,
Minor Threat,
Ice-T,
Delta 5,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aural Exciters,
Heaven 17,
Banda Bassotti,
Second Layer,
Connie Case,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Goldenarms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slave,
Au Pairs,
John Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
Joyce Sims,
Juan Atkins,
Moby Grape,
Jacob Miller,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boredoms,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Surgeon,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.