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 Spain and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The Detroit Cobras,
E-Dancer,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Bang On A Can,
The Cure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cluster,
The Raincoats,
James White and The Blacks,
the Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
Siglo XX,
Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fortunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantaleimon,
Visage,
Alphaville,
The Monochrome Set,
the Association,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Circle Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pussy Galore,
The United States of America,
Minor Threat,
Mandrill,
Supertramp,
UT,
Mark Hollis,
Terry Callier,
Lower 48,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gories,
The Searchers,
Juan Atkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mantronix,
Lou Christie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Davy DMX,
Robert Görl,
The Evens,
10cc,
Con Funk Shun,
Urselle,
The Saints,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camberwell Now,
Wasted Youth,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.