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 Tuvalu and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Carl Craig to the grunge 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Invisible,
Mantronix,
Hashim,
The Dirtbombs,
the Swans,
Grauzone,
Nico,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sam Rivers,
Tears for Fears,
Blancmange,
The Sound,
Yazoo,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Flag,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Henry Cow,
the Human League,
Hot Snakes,
Country Teasers,
H. Thieme,
Severed Heads,
The Neon Judgement,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tim Buckley,
The Blues Magoos,
Royal Trux,
Sexual Harrassment,
JFA,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra,
Massinfluence,
Carl Craig,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Velvet Underground,
Altered Images,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siglo XX,
Black Moon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tres Demented,
Juan Atkins,
The Pretty Things,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magma,
Pylon,
China Crisis,
Fad Gadget,
Max Romeo,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Normal,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scion,
Hasil Adkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.