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 San Marino and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Index,
Johnny Clarke,
Wolf Eyes,
Heaven 17,
The Martian,
The Dead C,
Das Ding,
Suburban Knight,
The Residents,
Main Source,
Aloha Tigers,
Accadde A,
The Star Department,
Severed Heads,
DNA,
E-Dancer,
The Black Dice,
Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crash Course in Science,
Moby Grape,
Ornette Coleman,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxy Music,
ABC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stiv Bators,
Funkadelic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Count Five,
The Fugs,
kango's stein massive,
Duran Duran,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Khruangbin,
Blake Baxter,
Michelle Simonal,
Juan Atkins,
Sandy B,
Albert Ayler,
The Slackers,
The Knickerbockers,
Bob Dylan,
Charles Mingus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Mills,
Letta Mbulu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Wake,
X-101,
Donny Hathaway,
Cecil Taylor,
Echospace,
Drexciya,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Los Fastidios,
L. Decosne,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.