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 Greece and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Detroit Cobras to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Intrusion,
the Germs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wasted Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Motorama,
Johnny Clarke,
Subhumans,
the Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Near,
In Retrospect,
Hasil Adkins,
The Star Department,
ABC,
Matthew Halsall,
Ken Boothe,
Cecil Taylor,
Funky Four + One,
10cc,
Lower 48,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Residents,
John Foxx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siglo XX,
Sixth Finger,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Mills,
Barrington Levy,
Albert Ayler,
The Evens,
DJ Style,
Aural Exciters,
Black Moon,
Marvin Gaye,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Animal Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Beau Brummels,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hardrive,
Charles Mingus,
The Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
Connie Case,
Heaven 17,
The Trojans,
Icehouse,
Barry Ungar,
Gong,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.