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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Sam Rivers to the crunk 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Todd Rundgren,
Hoover,
Terry Callier,
Bill Wells,
Metal Thangz,
Grauzone,
Ronnie Foster,
Scan 7,
The Dirtbombs,
Skaos,
Alphaville,
Darondo,
The Beau Brummels,
Sound Behaviour,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marmalade,
Supertramp,
Johnny Clarke,
EPMD,
Moss Icon,
Gong,
The Moody Blues,
Ituana,
Little Man,
Stereo Dub,
Visage,
Suburban Knight,
Hardrive,
DNA,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Searchers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warsaw,
Second Layer,
Smog,
Maleditus Sound,
Guru Guru,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chrome,
Avey Tare,
The American Breed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moebius,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Green,
Arcadia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Simply Red,
Brothers Johnson,
Mad Mike,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sound,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faraquet,
Lindisfarne,
The Birthday Party,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.