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 Turkmenistan and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Index to the grunge 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Judy Mowatt,
This Heat,
Average White Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare,
The Birthday Party,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cure,
Underground Resistance,
Grauzone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blancmange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Leonard Cohen,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers,
Deepchord,
Shoche,
Lyres,
Lindisfarne,
Man Parrish,
Tom Boy,
AZ,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nas,
Das Ding,
The Cramps,
Deadbeat,
Yaz,
Ultra Naté,
Warsaw,
The Victims,
Inner City,
Motorama,
The Modern Lovers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reagan Youth,
DNA,
MDC,
In Retrospect,
June of 44,
Kayak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monks,
Alphaville,
Tomorrow,
Sparks,
Ludus,
Zero Boys,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.