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 Bhutan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Divine Comedy,
Tres Demented,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bad Manners,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ohio Players,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Mills,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zero Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Goldenarms,
Television Personalities,
Wolf Eyes,
Idris Muhammad,
In Retrospect,
10cc,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
Spandau Ballet,
Trumans Water,
X-101,
Schoolly D,
ABBA,
Glenn Branca,
Reagan Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lucky Dragons,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric B and Rakim,
Model 500,
Sun City Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
La Düsseldorf,
Franke,
Archie Shepp,
Animal Collective,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warsaw,
Dead Boys,
The Residents,
The Last Poets,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Adolescents,
The Fall,
Jawbox,
Cameo,
Buzzcocks,
This Heat,
Section 25,
Ultravox,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Infiniti,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.