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 Swaziland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Todd Rundgren to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker,
Fela Kuti,
Lucky Dragons,
Scan 7,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Livin' Joy,
the Sonics,
Jawbox,
Kurtis Blow,
New York Dolls,
Alice Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swell Maps,
The Gun Club,
Franke,
Donald Byrd,
Pantytec,
Warren Ellis,
Davy DMX,
Howard Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Christie,
Albert Ayler,
Sex Pistols,
Smog,
The Mummies,
Anakelly,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Erykah Badu,
Drive Like Jehu,
In Retrospect,
Soul II Soul,
Fear,
This Heat,
Nas,
Quantec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scientists,
Lou Reed,
Skriet,
The Black Dice,
Crispian St. Peters,
Josef K,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Mills,
Wolf Eyes,
Nirvana,
Bush Tetras,
Deakin,
Goldenarms,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.