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 Uganda and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Negative Approach to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bang On A Can,
Jandek,
Derrick Morgan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Pus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pere Ubu,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Zeros,
Arab on Radar,
Radiohead,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pretty Things,
The Slackers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grey Daturas,
Ituana,
Kurtis Blow,
B.T. Express,
Erasure,
Heaven 17,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q65,
Second Layer,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Steve Hackett,
The Five Americans,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare,
The United States of America,
Technova,
The Skatalites,
Visage,
The Mummies,
The Trojans,
Reagan Youth,
Niagra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echospace,
Fear,
Josef K,
Bobby Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ponytail,
Bronski Beat,
The Vogues,
Flipper,
F. McDonald,
New York Dolls,
Pierre Henry,
Cal Tjader,
The Busters,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.