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 Andorra and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pet Shop Boys to the rock 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Zapp,
Youth Brigade,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suicide,
Byron Stingily,
Symarip,
The Blues Magoos,
Eli Mardock,
Siglo XX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris Corsano,
the Bar-Kays,
The Happenings,
Soft Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grauzone,
Bob Dylan,
the Germs,
Aloha Tigers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erasure,
The Red Krayola,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warsaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Dolphy,
Eddi Front,
Young Marble Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
David McCallum,
Barry Ungar,
The Last Poets,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mars,
Quando Quango,
Warren Ellis,
The Slits,
Rotary Connection,
These Immortal Souls,
Buzzcocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Residents,
Inner City,
DNA,
Judy Mowatt,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
Erykah Badu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vladislav Delay,
UT,
Unwound,
Ultra Naté,
R.M.O.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alphaville,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.