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 Brazil and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Eli Mardock to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Khruangbin,
Funkadelic,
Slave,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Terry,
Joey Negro,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pagans,
the Bar-Kays,
Aloha Tigers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donald Byrd,
48th St. Collective,
Pantaleimon,
Hashim,
AZ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suburban Knight,
The Wake,
Kerri Chandler,
Cymande,
Sight & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slits,
New York Dolls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Associates,
Sarah Menescal,
cv313,
Ituana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Qualms,
X-101,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T. Rex,
Chrome,
Index,
Max Romeo,
The Monochrome Set,
One Last Wish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Pus,
Spandau Ballet,
New Order,
The United States of America,
Howard Jones,
Jandek,
Nas,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Association,
Faust,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.