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 Serbia and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Animal Collective,
China Crisis,
Stiv Bators,
Fat Boys,
Dark Day,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
Grauzone,
The Mojo Men,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Franke,
B.T. Express,
Ossler,
Bauhaus,
The Smoke,
Spandau Ballet,
Liliput,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pulsallama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lindisfarne,
Young Marble Giants,
New Age Steppers,
ABBA,
Max Romeo,
The Real Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sparks,
Surgeon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vainqueur,
Brothers Johnson,
Eli Mardock,
Anthony Braxton,
Kayak,
Roxette,
The Fugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agent Orange,
Make Up,
Aloha Tigers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
Faust,
Ten City,
Skaos,
Faraquet,
10cc,
Cybotron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.