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 Ecuador and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Cale to the dance 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed,
X-101,
Josef K,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angry Samoans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fall,
The Moody Blues,
The United States of America,
Jawbox,
cv313,
Jeff Mills,
Goldenarms,
Chris & Cosey,
Spandau Ballet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Accadde A,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick May,
Sex Pistols,
D'Angelo,
The Index,
Gang Green,
The Gun Club,
LL Cool J,
Lalann,
Sparks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacob Miller,
The Blues Magoos,
The Young Rascals,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Görl,
Fat Boys,
Joe Finger,
The Cramps,
Pussy Galore,
Pantaleimon,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pop Group,
The Star Department,
Simply Red,
The Monks,
Bang On A Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suicide,
Popol Vuh,
JFA,
Infiniti,
Nirvana,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.