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 El Salvador and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Zeros to the techno 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cal Tjader,
Sonic Youth,
June of 44,
Peter & Gordon,
Skriet,
The Red Krayola,
Rod Modell,
Erasure,
the Slits,
Sun Ra,
Pierre Henry,
Gabor Szabo,
Graham Central Station,
Black Sheep,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harmonia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aswad,
Scott Walker,
Joensuu 1685,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deepchord,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oblivians,
Hasil Adkins,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Reagan Youth,
Black Flag,
The Tremeloes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Half Japanese,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Evens,
Sister Nancy,
Hoover,
Faraquet,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Clarke,
Rekid,
Scratch Acid,
LL Cool J,
Radiohead,
Darondo,
Pole,
The Star Department,
DJ Sneak,
Arcadia,
Ten City,
Stockholm Monsters,
Can,
Don Cherry,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.