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 Ecuador and from New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 The Cramps to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '90s.
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 Juan Atkins 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?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ornette Coleman,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monks,
Stetsasonic,
Stiv Bators,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thompson Twins,
Saccharine Trust,
Icehouse,
Lungfish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warsaw,
The Last Poets,
Infiniti,
The Real Kids,
Yazoo,
X-102,
Glenn Branca,
Radio Birdman,
Wolf Eyes,
Alice Coltrane,
Television,
Skarface,
EPMD,
Royal Trux,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slackers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fatback Band,
The Kinks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Charles Mingus,
Moss Icon,
Minor Threat,
New Age Steppers,
Nils Olav,
Magma,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joensuu 1685,
Mo-Dettes,
Duran Duran,
Roxette,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grey Daturas,
Peter & Gordon,
Don Cherry,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deepchord,
Tim Buckley,
Amazonics,
AZ,
Man Parrish,
New Order,
Davy DMX,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.