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 Malaysia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Throbbing Gristle to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dave Gahan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yazoo,
The Toasters,
Jerry's Kids,
Massinfluence,
The Kinks,
The Gladiators,
Howard Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slits,
Pagans,
The Angels of Light,
Cymande,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Infiniti,
Max Romeo,
Theoretical Girls,
Technova,
Charles Mingus,
Black Moon,
Deakin,
Joyce Sims,
Crooked Eye,
The Selecter,
Sixth Finger,
Bob Dylan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang On A Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacob Miller,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Japan,
Gang of Four,
Vladislav Delay,
Rites of Spring,
Mark Hollis,
Oblivians,
The Stooges,
DJ Style,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scrapy,
Outsiders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Human League,
Moebius,
Matthew Halsall,
Prince Buster,
The Moody Blues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fortunes,
Marmalade,
Von Mondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Underground Resistance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.