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 Australia and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Animal Collective to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Mad Mike,
New Age Steppers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Copeland,
Second Layer,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yazoo,
Carl Craig,
D'Angelo,
Susan Cadogan,
The Standells,
Banda Bassotti,
Hot Snakes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Cale,
Colin Newman,
James White and The Blacks,
The Leaves,
Section 25,
Radio Birdman,
Pantytec,
Blake Baxter,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Hill,
The Kinks,
Jawbox,
The Grass Roots,
48th St. Collective,
Jacob Miller,
Spandau Ballet,
Chrome,
MC5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Piero Umiliani,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül II,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
cv313,
Hoover,
New York Dolls,
Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
The Star Department,
Man Eating Sloth,
Connie Case,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
Minny Pops,
Radiohead,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angry Samoans,
Arthur Verocai,
Deadbeat,
Nirvana,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.