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 Kuwait and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Maleditus Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
PIL,
Davy DMX,
The Slackers,
Interpol,
One Last Wish,
The Five Americans,
Tim Buckley,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Sheep,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Barracudas,
Dawn Penn,
La Düsseldorf,
Judy Mowatt,
Babytalk,
Minor Threat,
Excepter,
Zapp,
Saccharine Trust,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Association,
Arthur Verocai,
The Toasters,
Terry Callier,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed,
Iggy Pop,
Barry Ungar,
cv313,
Wally Richardson,
The Real Kids,
Prince Buster,
10cc,
The Star Department,
Circle Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
Hashim,
Country Teasers,
Lyres,
Joensuu 1685,
Rites of Spring,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Terry,
Youth Brigade,
The Knickerbockers,
Malaria!,
Siglo XX,
ABBA,
The Busters,
The Gun Club,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Sonics,
Lungfish,
The J.B.'s,
Harmonia,
Yellowson,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.