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 Spain and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Fad Gadget to the funk 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Babytalk,
Lindisfarne,
Con Funk Shun,
Prince Buster,
Joey Negro,
The Sonics,
Moebius,
The Flesh Eaters,
Make Up,
The Black Dice,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Enemy,
Erasure,
Severed Heads,
Hot Snakes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kas Product,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Audionom,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Starr,
Siglo XX,
The Dirtbombs,
MC5,
The Cowsills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agitation Free,
Mad Mike,
Television,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dawn Penn,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kaleidoscope,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Iggy Pop,
Dead Boys,
Eddi Front,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Style,
Index,
Unwound,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy Collins,
Anakelly,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monks,
Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
The Leaves,
The Trojans,
Mark Hollis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gap Band,
Jawbox,
Joe Finger,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.