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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Television to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
OOIOO,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Lydon,
FM Einheit,
Crime,
Prince Buster,
The Victims,
Neu!,
The Raincoats,
the Normal,
Faust,
Yaz,
Cybotron,
Mandrill,
Al Stewart,
Joensuu 1685,
Rapeman,
The Dirtbombs,
This Heat,
Eden Ahbez,
Bluetip,
The Fall,
New York Dolls,
Bad Manners,
Glenn Branca,
New Age Steppers,
PIL,
Jawbox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wire,
Pole,
Kerri Chandler,
Au Pairs,
Eddi Front,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arab on Radar,
The Smoke,
Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
The Neon Judgement,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Moon,
The Star Department,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Almond,
Max Romeo,
The Standells,
June of 44,
Bobby Womack,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
Massinfluence,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.