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 Croatia and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
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 guitar 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 Maurizio to the dance 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
D'Angelo,
Tommy Roe,
The Slackers,
the Swans,
Supertramp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neu!,
The Moody Blues,
Essential Logic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
Drexciya,
UT,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
K-Klass,
Nas,
Eurythmics,
Yusef Lateef,
Moss Icon,
Adolescents,
Byron Stingily,
Procol Harum,
Rapeman,
The Cure,
Danielle Patucci,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wings,
The Count Five,
Lou Christie,
Ludus,
Barry Ungar,
Country Teasers,
The Monochrome Set,
Max Romeo,
Rites of Spring,
AZ,
Motorama,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Sneak,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dirtbombs,
Nils Olav,
The United States of America,
Cybotron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slave,
Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
Ralphi Rosario,
Newcleus,
Joensuu 1685,
The Busters,
Scan 7,
Sexual Harrassment,
Juan Atkins,
Minny Pops,
The Standells,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.