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 Ireland and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Kaleidoscope to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joey Negro,
Soul Sonic Force,
Howard Jones,
Funky Four + One,
Pylon,
Aswad,
The Five Americans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blancmange,
One Last Wish,
Section 25,
The Sound,
The Doors,
Saccharine Trust,
Boredoms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Intrusion,
Khruangbin,
Zero Boys,
Swell Maps,
Kayak,
The Fall,
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxy Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Clarke,
Maurizio,
Television Personalities,
Cameo,
B.T. Express,
Pantaleimon,
Anakelly,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fuzztones,
The Mojo Men,
Neu!,
L. Decosne,
Sandy B,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Terry,
Mandrill,
Surgeon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Dennis Brown,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun City Girls,
OOIOO,
Porter Ricks,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yazoo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
the Association,
Chrome,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.