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 Vietnam and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Harpers Bizarre to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Depeche Mode,
Shuggie Otis,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smiths,
Slave,
Josef K,
This Heat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fall,
Procol Harum,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heaven 17,
R.M.O.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shoche,
Pagans,
Tom Boy,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Young Marble Giants,
DNA,
The Standells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pussy Galore,
Radio Birdman,
The Real Kids,
John Lydon,
The United States of America,
Todd Terry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yazoo,
Mandrill,
The Stooges,
Soul Sonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camouflage,
Lakeside,
Nils Olav,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Flag,
The Martian,
Black Sheep,
Ten City,
Eli Mardock,
Television Personalities,
Kas Product,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Index,
Lalann,
Marc Almond,
Au Pairs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scan 7,
Rekid,
Theoretical Girls,
Goldenarms,
Faraquet,
The Remains,
Don Cherry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.