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 Morocco and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pet Shop Boys to the electroclash 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Al Stewart,
Smog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Flag,
Q and Not U,
The Wake,
Fatback Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Terry,
Joey Negro,
KRS-One,
Symarip,
Lou Reed,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantaleimon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers,
Funky Four + One,
Joyce Sims,
Con Funk Shun,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Royal Trux,
Glenn Branca,
The Smoke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dead C,
Colin Newman,
The Cramps,
Quadrant,
Masters at Work,
Lungfish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brick,
Cecil Taylor,
Neu!,
Ten City,
Monks,
Deadbeat,
Sex Pistols,
Tubeway Army,
Warren Ellis,
Harmonia,
The Sonics,
The Raincoats,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick May,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.