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 Tanzania and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Swans to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camberwell Now,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Isaac Hayes,
Letta Mbulu,
The Evens,
Crispy Ambulance,
Underground Resistance,
Oneida,
Brothers Johnson,
Qualms,
Heaven 17,
Little Man,
Cymande,
Neu!,
48th St. Collective,
Tim Buckley,
LL Cool J,
Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Angels of Light,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Al Stewart,
Main Source,
Pole,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jandek,
Stiv Bators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy Collins,
Dawn Penn,
Toni Rubio,
The Victims,
Derrick May,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultra Naté,
FM Einheit,
Warsaw,
Scientists,
Archie Shepp,
Monolake,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
The Fuzztones,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Lynne,
UT,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rakim,
Can,
Eric Copeland,
Quantec,
Pulsallama,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.