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 Turkmenistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Faust to the crunk 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Evens,
Sex Pistols,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dead C,
Sarah Menescal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pylon,
Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Y Pants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Guru Guru,
The Vogues,
David Bowie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crash Course in Science,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABC,
Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Bronski Beat,
Moss Icon,
The Blues Magoos,
Index,
The Knickerbockers,
Boredoms,
Television,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camouflage,
the Sonics,
Essential Logic,
Jerry's Kids,
Glenn Branca,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Velvet Underground,
Ituana,
Rotary Connection,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arthur Verocai,
Ludus,
New Age Steppers,
John Foxx,
The New Christs,
The Invisible,
Janne Schatter,
Barry Ungar,
Shoche,
Neil Young,
Roxette,
The Wake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warsaw,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.