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 Belgium and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Pantaleimon to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Simply Red,
Skarface,
The Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television Personalities,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neu!,
Sparks,
Bad Manners,
Royal Trux,
Cecil Taylor,
Barry Ungar,
Minny Pops,
The Durutti Column,
Massinfluence,
Monks,
Graham Central Station,
Con Funk Shun,
Harry Pussy,
Erasure,
E-Dancer,
Niagra,
Surgeon,
DJ Style,
Young Marble Giants,
Organ,
Black Moon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sixth Finger,
John Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
Guru Guru,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Wells,
UT,
The Barracudas,
Sound Behaviour,
The Residents,
Make Up,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shoche,
Adolescents,
Dennis Brown,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Susan Cadogan,
The Golliwogs,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Clarke,
Y Pants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ohio Players,
Rapeman,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magazine,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.