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 Grenada and from Accra.
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 Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Soft Cell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rod Modell,
Guru Guru,
Radiohead,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Youth Brigade,
The Slackers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Knickerbockers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barrington Levy,
Au Pairs,
Funky Four + One,
Vladislav Delay,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Buzzcocks,
Ossler,
LL Cool J,
Q65,
The Doors,
Soft Cell,
Bad Manners,
Magazine,
Rekid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eurythmics,
Skarface,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlback,
Procol Harum,
Talk Talk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Davy DMX,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aaron Thompson,
Echospace,
The Seeds,
Swell Maps,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fluxion,
Sonic Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funkadelic,
Donald Byrd,
Pierre Henry,
The Buckinghams,
Roxy Music,
EPMD,
Slave,
Banda Bassotti,
Television,
Make Up,
E-Dancer,
kango's stein massive,
The Monks,
Porter Ricks,
Gichy Dan,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.