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 Germany and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Drexciya to the dance 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
cv313,
Ultravox,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The American Breed,
The Slackers,
Franke,
June Days,
Moby Grape,
Scrapy,
Newcleus,
New Order,
Ituana,
Loose Ends,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barry Ungar,
Black Moon,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Machine,
Fatback Band,
In Retrospect,
The Stooges,
Brass Construction,
Steve Hackett,
JFA,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Birthday Party,
Toni Rubio,
Henry Cow,
Prince Buster,
Japan,
Mandrill,
The Music Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
The Litter,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bizarre Inc.,
Interpol,
John Foxx,
T.S.O.L.,
Reagan Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Main Source,
The Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fortunes,
Gichy Dan,
Mo-Dettes,
Excepter,
Chris Corsano,
Black Sheep,
Nils Olav,
Liliput,
Radio Birdman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.