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 Gabon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Throbbing Gristle to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Bad Manners,
the Germs,
The Standells,
Pierre Henry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fall,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young,
Barrington Levy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flash Fearless,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slackers,
The Beau Brummels,
Mark Hollis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
a-ha,
The Offenders,
A Certain Ratio,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Talk Talk,
Skriet,
Unrelated Segments,
Qualms,
The Young Rascals,
Althea and Donna,
The Skatalites,
Negative Approach,
John Foxx,
Harmonia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Henry Cow,
Lightning Bolt,
Archie Shepp,
JFA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cosmic Jokers,
R.M.O.,
The Victims,
Vainqueur,
The Dead C,
10cc,
MDC,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Pus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Index,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.