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 Mauritania and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Gil Scott Heron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Unrelated Segments,
Joensuu 1685,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Throbbing Gristle,
Bauhaus,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
Yaz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Divine Comedy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Sheep,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Foxx,
The Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
Funky Four + One,
The Cowsills,
Whodini,
Cal Tjader,
The Gories,
Andrew Hill,
Trumans Water,
New Age Steppers,
Mark Hollis,
Agent Orange,
Echospace,
Lungfish,
Peter & Gordon,
Godley & Creme,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Wells,
the Association,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anthony Braxton,
Ludus,
Terry Callier,
The Saints,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Graham Central Station,
Make Up,
World's Most,
Rosa Yemen,
Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Audionom,
Lou Christie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Talk Talk,
Arcadia,
Zero Boys,
Camouflage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick May,
The Dead C,
Little Man,
Sun City Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Negative Approach,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.