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 Norway and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Donald Fagen 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 Dead C to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Black Flag,
The Golliwogs,
Crooked Eye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flipper,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mission of Burma,
T.S.O.L.,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Holt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Urselle,
Faust,
Wasted Youth,
Trumans Water,
Jeru the Damaja,
Duran Duran,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kas Product,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Inner City,
kango's stein massive,
Lyres,
AZ,
The Busters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
H. Thieme,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Supertramp,
Sparks,
Black Sheep,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slave,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nas,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
The Misunderstood,
Franke,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drexciya,
Moss Icon,
T. Rex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Hood,
Al Stewart,
Brass Construction,
Rotary Connection,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.