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 Guinea 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the funk 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Animal Collective,
The Fall,
The Birthday Party,
Roger Hodgson,
LL Cool J,
Crooked Eye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fela Kuti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terry Callier,
Sarah Menescal,
The Offenders,
Supertramp,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rotary Connection,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerri Chandler,
The Count Five,
John Cale,
Inner City,
Bauhaus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Techniques,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Happenings,
Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
T. Rex,
Desert Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Sixth Finger,
The Fugs,
cv313,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Foxx,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Evens,
Monks,
MC5,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Newcleus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Darondo,
Soul II Soul,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Silicon Teens,
The Martian,
Erykah Badu,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.