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 Ireland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Glenn Branca to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Agitation Free,
Aswad,
Model 500,
Intrusion,
Althea and Donna,
Josef K,
The Music Machine,
Flipper,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scan 7,
Young Marble Giants,
Albert Ayler,
Godley & Creme,
Warsaw,
Ultra Naté,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker,
These Immortal Souls,
Index,
John Foxx,
JFA,
Erasure,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wally Richardson,
Malaria!,
Second Layer,
Yaz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wolf Eyes,
Oblivians,
Aural Exciters,
Icehouse,
The Knickerbockers,
The Martian,
Slave,
Little Man,
Pole,
Shoche,
B.T. Express,
Alison Limerick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moss Icon,
Joe Finger,
Tommy Roe,
Ice-T,
Ossler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Motorama,
Ornette Coleman,
Drexciya,
Altered Images,
Morten Harket,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agent Orange,
Pere Ubu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.