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 Russia and from London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Reagan Youth to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Josef K,
LL Cool J,
Sarah Menescal,
Scratch Acid,
Dual Sessions,
Pussy Galore,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Leaves,
Zero Boys,
The Invisible,
Parry Music,
The Sound,
China Crisis,
Excepter,
Jacques Brel,
Niagra,
Loose Ends,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Panda Bear,
U.S. Maple,
Main Source,
Angry Samoans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Sugar Minott,
This Heat,
Lou Christie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül II,
Stereo Dub,
Guru Guru,
Joy Division,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suburban Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boredoms,
Todd Terry,
the Germs,
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deadbeat,
The Dirtbombs,
Grey Daturas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Animal Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Urselle,
John Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Saccharine Trust,
Pylon,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fugs,
Swans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stiv Bators,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.