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 Lebanon and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Juan Atkins,
The Fuzztones,
Donald Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Foxx,
Mr. Review,
Los Fastidios,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Motions,
Drexciya,
Adolescents,
Sarah Menescal,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Teasers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Niagra,
Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unwound,
Morten Harket,
The Walker Brothers,
the Germs,
OOIOO,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chrome,
48th St. Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy Collins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harry Pussy,
Black Sheep,
10cc,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camouflage,
Camberwell Now,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Terry,
Hasil Adkins,
Roxy Music,
Basic Channel,
Davy DMX,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Christie,
Accadde A,
Joy Division,
Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tres Demented,
The American Breed,
Alton Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pussy Galore,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tubeway Army,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.