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 Ireland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 U.S. Maple to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Japan,
Index,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Babytalk,
Matthew Bourne,
Sex Pistols,
Black Pus,
Moebius,
Zapp,
Blossom Toes,
Laurel Aitken,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare,
Smog,
Circle Jerks,
Ice-T,
Mission of Burma,
Banda Bassotti,
Minny Pops,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Panda Bear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Five Americans,
Blake Baxter,
Pylon,
Blancmange,
Saccharine Trust,
Swell Maps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Byron Stingily,
The Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gap Band,
Tommy Roe,
Kaleidoscope,
Michelle Simonal,
Susan Cadogan,
Average White Band,
Absolute Body Control,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quando Quango,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mantronix,
The Litter,
The Gladiators,
Deepchord,
Gang Gang Dance,
Porter Ricks,
The Walker Brothers,
Malaria!,
Marine Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.