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 Swaziland and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Television to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Audionom,
Gang Green,
Nirvana,
Wings,
A Certain Ratio,
The Stooges,
Pantytec,
The Index,
John Holt,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Christie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alphaville,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Animal Collective,
Ohio Players,
Radio Birdman,
Accadde A,
Ice-T,
Kerri Chandler,
Yusef Lateef,
Supertramp,
the Slits,
Section 25,
The Music Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Connie Case,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kayak,
Deepchord,
Alton Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masters at Work,
Ken Boothe,
Silicon Teens,
Fatback Band,
Mandrill,
John Lydon,
Porter Ricks,
Freddie Wadling,
Graham Central Station,
The Cramps,
Ponytail,
The Divine Comedy,
Howard Jones,
Warsaw,
Can,
Archie Shepp,
Circle Jerks,
Japan,
F. McDonald,
John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Toni Rubio,
Clear Light,
K-Klass,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.