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 Cambodia and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Crime to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
Japan,
Danielle Patucci,
Minny Pops,
The Count Five,
LL Cool J,
Supertramp,
Charles Mingus,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tommy Roe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fluxion,
Gong,
The Tremeloes,
Laurel Aitken,
Infiniti,
Sugar Minott,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gun Club,
The Techniques,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The American Breed,
The Last Poets,
Fat Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deepchord,
The Smoke,
Faust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bush Tetras,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxette,
John Lydon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
E-Dancer,
David Bowie,
Joyce Sims,
Barry Ungar,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris Corsano,
Mr. Review,
Erasure,
Guru Guru,
Section 25,
Popol Vuh,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Magma,
Black Sheep,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.