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 Afghanistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the disco 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Gabor Szabo,
10cc,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Christie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Judy Mowatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Sherman,
Bush Tetras,
Barry Ungar,
The Gun Club,
Khruangbin,
Sexual Harrassment,
CMW,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Altered Images,
Rosa Yemen,
Camouflage,
Babytalk,
Livin' Joy,
Lalann,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erasure,
Drexciya,
Yaz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sugar Minott,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
48th St. Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Style,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rapeman,
Yazoo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thee Headcoats,
Brick,
Chris Corsano,
The Saints,
Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eddi Front,
Flamin' Groovies,
U.S. Maple,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
The Black Dice,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cameo,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.