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 Cape Verde and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 Eurythmics to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül II,
The Wake,
Unwound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Franke,
Magazine,
Stetsasonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monolake,
Joy Division,
Babytalk,
AZ,
Pantaleimon,
Sonic Youth,
Altered Images,
The Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Bush Tetras,
Niagra,
The Searchers,
48th St. Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
Reuben Wilson,
June of 44,
the Human League,
Talk Talk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oblivians,
Popol Vuh,
Mad Mike,
Suburban Knight,
The Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Section 25,
DJ Sneak,
Quadrant,
Rakim,
Ponytail,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blancmange,
Model 500,
Pierre Henry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Flag,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television Personalities,
Yazoo,
H. Thieme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sixth Finger,
The Pretty Things,
The Names,
Yaz,
The Raincoats,
Reagan Youth,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.