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 Ghana and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Alphaville,
Duran Duran,
Quantec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
OOIOO,
Pierre Henry,
Pantaleimon,
Dark Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Parry Music,
Popol Vuh,
DNA,
The Pretty Things,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Litter,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dave Clark Five,
Whodini,
Sällskapet,
The American Breed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Von Mondo,
Jawbox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Can,
The Offenders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Royal Trux,
Roger Hodgson,
Barbara Tucker,
Ohio Players,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Buzzcocks,
Aural Exciters,
K-Klass,
Steve Hackett,
The Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerri Chandler,
The Birthday Party,
Joyce Sims,
Lyres,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marmalade,
Babytalk,
Bang On A Can,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.