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 Greece and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Grey Daturas to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Niagra,
Main Source,
Janne Schatter,
Kayak,
Hoover,
Harmonia,
The Smoke,
Angry Samoans,
Franke,
the Slits,
The American Breed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Buckinghams,
Drexciya,
The Gap Band,
The Five Americans,
The Stooges,
Television,
Royal Trux,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ice-T,
Trumans Water,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arab on Radar,
Eden Ahbez,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fela Kuti,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris Corsano,
Ralphi Rosario,
JFA,
Scientists,
June Days,
Interpol,
Easy Going,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rod Modell,
The Slits,
Carl Craig,
Yaz,
John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liliput,
Harpers Bizarre,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harry Pussy,
Mantronix,
Albert Ayler,
Agent Orange,
Moss Icon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ituana,
Terry Callier,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.