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 Suriname and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
E-Dancer,
The Walker Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Green,
Ronan,
Interpol,
The Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
World's Most,
The Residents,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drive Like Jehu,
Connie Case,
Model 500,
Deadbeat,
Tres Demented,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skriet,
Dave Gahan,
Kurtis Blow,
Graham Central Station,
Chrome,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul II Soul,
U.S. Maple,
Can,
The Blues Magoos,
Hardrive,
Dead Boys,
Magma,
Fat Boys,
Liliput,
The Associates,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fire Engines,
Skarface,
Trumans Water,
Arab on Radar,
Swans,
The Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
the Association,
Cal Tjader,
Echospace,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alphaville,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cybotron,
Deakin,
Colin Newman,
Radiohead,
CMW,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Copeland,
Panda Bear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Babytalk,
Derrick May,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.