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 Ukraine and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 the Normal to the punk 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Minor Threat,
Jandek,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Halsall,
Glenn Branca,
Y Pants,
Au Pairs,
Deadbeat,
The Zeros,
Quantec,
Sonny Sharrock,
Popol Vuh,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aaron Thompson,
R.M.O.,
The Red Krayola,
John Lydon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gun Club,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marmalade,
Radio Birdman,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gladiators,
K-Klass,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare,
Joy Division,
Basic Channel,
The Cure,
Stereo Dub,
Average White Band,
This Heat,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Almond,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Mills,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harmonia,
New York Dolls,
The Dead C,
Barrington Levy,
Susan Cadogan,
Gichy Dan,
Donny Hathaway,
Babytalk,
Talk Talk,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Residents,
Livin' Joy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Index,
Massinfluence,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Moon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Subhumans,
Visage,
Judy Mowatt,
Suburban Knight,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.