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 Maldives and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Joy Division to the rock 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Make Up,
Cymande,
Goldenarms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scratch Acid,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moody Blues,
John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
The United States of America,
Tom Boy,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerri Chandler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul II Soul,
The Red Krayola,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Sherman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cowsills,
The Human League,
The Toasters,
Royal Trux,
Carl Craig,
Suicide,
Marvin Gaye,
Dead Boys,
Oneida,
Juan Atkins,
Skarface,
Los Fastidios,
Popol Vuh,
Erykah Badu,
Kurtis Blow,
Visage,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick Morgan,
Whodini,
Albert Ayler,
Ituana,
Angry Samoans,
Sällskapet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
Aswad,
Ludus,
Donny Hathaway,
Smog,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.