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 Czech Republic and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Foxx to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Youth Brigade,
The Beau Brummels,
Bush Tetras,
The Standells,
Q and Not U,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Victims,
UT,
Jacques Brel,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The American Breed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yaz,
the Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gichy Dan,
These Immortal Souls,
X-101,
DJ Sneak,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Tremeloes,
Kenny Larkin,
Ludus,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hasil Adkins,
The Young Rascals,
Minny Pops,
Barrington Levy,
Eddi Front,
Procol Harum,
Swell Maps,
L. Decosne,
Radio Birdman,
Gabor Szabo,
MDC,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Q65,
Marcia Griffiths,
Intrusion,
Accadde A,
Pagans,
Marc Almond,
Camberwell Now,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Modern Lovers,
Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dawn Penn,
Connie Case,
The Black Dice,
Monolake,
Nas,
Eric Dolphy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Y Pants,
Danielle Patucci,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.