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 Panama and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Martian to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Nas,
The Raincoats,
Negative Approach,
Brick,
Eric Copeland,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neu!,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Cale,
Cluster,
Faust,
10cc,
Chris & Cosey,
U.S. Maple,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Scion,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Graham Central Station,
The Red Krayola,
The J.B.'s,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DJ Sneak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Althea and Donna,
Funkadelic,
The American Breed,
Quando Quango,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Tremeloes,
Blossom Toes,
Slick Rick,
Metal Thangz,
Japan,
Janne Schatter,
The Zeros,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Model 500,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun City Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Lucky Dragons,
the Germs,
Mars,
Nils Olav,
Flipper,
Monks,
Quadrant,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.