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 Kosovo and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Au Pairs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moebius,
CMW,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Severed Heads,
Chris Corsano,
The American Breed,
Parry Music,
Lightning Bolt,
Talk Talk,
The Monks,
Lou Christie,
Brick,
New Order,
Los Fastidios,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Hood,
Fatback Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oneida,
Spandau Ballet,
Cluster,
Patti Smith,
Minutemen,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Moon,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thompson Twins,
The New Christs,
Aural Exciters,
The Velvet Underground,
Duran Duran,
Subhumans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suburban Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magma,
Crime,
One Last Wish,
Y Pants,
Alton Ellis,
Unwound,
The Invisible,
Essential Logic,
Scion,
The Beau Brummels,
Rekid,
Judy Mowatt,
Main Source,
The Smoke,
Symarip,
Pantytec,
Popol Vuh,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.