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 Armenia and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Easy Going to the grunge 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Eli Mardock,
Danielle Patucci,
Loose Ends,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quadrant,
MC5,
R.M.O.,
Lower 48,
Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Urselle,
Depeche Mode,
Ronan,
Easy Going,
Liliput,
Simply Red,
The Grass Roots,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerri Chandler,
Excepter,
Babytalk,
Average White Band,
The Selecter,
Organ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scan 7,
KRS-One,
Bluetip,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bob Dylan,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
CMW,
Skarface,
Sight & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June Days,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slick Rick,
Television,
Bauhaus,
The Slits,
Joe Smooth,
EPMD,
Heaven 17,
The Young Rascals,
Swell Maps,
Eddi Front,
Toni Rubio,
Absolute Body Control,
Iggy Pop,
Drive Like Jehu,
Max Romeo,
Skriet,
Jeff Mills,
Don Cherry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.