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 Germany and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Eric Copeland to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
James White and The Blacks,
Camouflage,
Danielle Patucci,
Parry Music,
Cluster,
Wings,
Marine Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kas Product,
Man Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
Babytalk,
Connie Case,
Flipper,
Country Teasers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thee Headcoats,
Arthur Verocai,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grauzone,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slick Rick,
Duran Duran,
Quando Quango,
June Days,
the Germs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ossler,
Arcadia,
The Techniques,
Cecil Taylor,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scan 7,
Mo-Dettes,
Rod Modell,
Soul II Soul,
Amazonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang of Four,
E-Dancer,
Bill Wells,
the Bar-Kays,
Shoche,
Avey Tare,
Zapp,
Warren Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
Eden Ahbez,
Curtis Mayfield,
Interpol,
Second Layer,
Rekid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ken Boothe,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monks,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.