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 Eritrea and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
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 oboe 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 Altered Images to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Cluster,
Main Source,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
Lyres,
Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shoche,
Tres Demented,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deadbeat,
JFA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joey Negro,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Niagra,
The Standells,
Model 500,
Curtis Mayfield,
B.T. Express,
Neu!,
Bluetip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Misunderstood,
Magazine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June of 44,
Cybotron,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-102,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Starr,
Janne Schatter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Josef K,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Womack,
D'Angelo,
Audionom,
Davy DMX,
Rites of Spring,
Moby Grape,
New York Dolls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.