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 Argentina and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Unrelated Segments to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül II,
The Knickerbockers,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
Unwound,
Quadrant,
MDC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Sonics,
Icehouse,
Jeff Mills,
Yaz,
Siglo XX,
Little Man,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Young Rascals,
Q and Not U,
Lightning Bolt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ludus,
Harmonia,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul II Soul,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Certain Ratio,
Intrusion,
Minor Threat,
Soul Sonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gladiators,
Los Fastidios,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gun Club,
F. McDonald,
Henry Cow,
Soft Machine,
Lungfish,
The Angels of Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marine Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Amazonics,
Nico,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.