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 Tonga and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Zeros to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Little Man,
Maurizio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
cv313,
the Soft Cell,
Faust,
Kurtis Blow,
John Lydon,
Byron Stingily,
Make Up,
Pet Shop Boys,
Connie Case,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Pus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skriet,
Goldenarms,
The Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rakim,
Darondo,
Derrick May,
The Searchers,
the Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joy Division,
This Heat,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sound,
Essential Logic,
Pantytec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Juan Atkins,
Scratch Acid,
The American Breed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sixth Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The United States of America,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
Delta 5,
Ludus,
Sight & Sound,
Prince Buster,
Graham Central Station,
Erasure,
Frankie Knuckles,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Youth Brigade,
Liliput,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jawbox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.