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 Brunei and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
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 arpeggiator 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 The Durutti Column to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
The Happenings,
Scratch Acid,
Mark Hollis,
Josef K,
James White and The Blacks,
Tom Boy,
Skaos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dead C,
Vladislav Delay,
Morten Harket,
New Age Steppers,
Marvin Gaye,
Glenn Branca,
Monolake,
ABC,
Moebius,
The Velvet Underground,
Boz Scaggs,
Gong,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fear,
Alphaville,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Moon,
Fat Boys,
Junior Murvin,
The Saints,
Joy Division,
Laurel Aitken,
Grey Daturas,
This Heat,
the Normal,
cv313,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lower 48,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quando Quango,
La Düsseldorf,
X-Ray Spex,
Cybotron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DNA,
Shoche,
The Motions,
Kerri Chandler,
Arcadia,
Idris Muhammad,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Terry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wasted Youth,
The United States of America,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.