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 Portugal and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moby Grape,
Faraquet,
The American Breed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Hood,
Sällskapet,
The Divine Comedy,
China Crisis,
Ten City,
Model 500,
Freddie Wadling,
One Last Wish,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Wake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eden Ahbez,
Mr. Review,
Derrick May,
The Seeds,
The Raincoats,
Stereo Dub,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barry Ungar,
Hardrive,
Ohio Players,
Shoche,
MC5,
The Walker Brothers,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Section 25,
the Slits,
Zapp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MDC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Audionom,
The Motions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
Bauhaus,
Television,
Henry Cow,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fugs,
Cymande,
The Selecter,
The Durutti Column,
The Remains,
Camouflage,
The Evens,
the Human League,
Lakeside,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Saints,
The Mighty Diamonds,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.