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 Suriname and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Gang Green to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Maurizio,
Smog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warren Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Victims,
The Blackbyrds,
Delon & Dalcan,
T. Rex,
Steve Hackett,
The Gladiators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ossler,
Jerry's Kids,
Monolake,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Clarke,
Rites of Spring,
Slick Rick,
Blossom Toes,
Public Image Ltd.,
E-Dancer,
Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
a-ha,
Bill Wells,
The Offenders,
Eric Copeland,
ABC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cluster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dennis Brown,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vladislav Delay,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Susan Cadogan,
Suicide,
MDC,
Tom Boy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Almond,
Black Sheep,
The Dead C,
The Associates,
The Golliwogs,
The Fall,
Kas Product,
Lightning Bolt,
Arab on Radar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.