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 Pakistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
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 guitar 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 Althea and Donna to the electroclash 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Tears for Fears,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mojo Men,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Moon,
X-Ray Spex,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiohead,
X-102,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quadrant,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The American Breed,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Green,
Vainqueur,
Jacques Brel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roger Hodgson,
Wally Richardson,
The Last Poets,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
U.S. Maple,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare,
Robert Wyatt,
Intrusion,
The Evens,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wire,
Juan Atkins,
Motorama,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
L. Decosne,
The Move,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick Morgan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sixth Finger,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aloha Tigers,
Unwound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shoche,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Motions,
The Slackers,
OOIOO,
Bootsy Collins,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.