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 Guyana and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Iggy Pop to the disco 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Minny Pops,
Faust,
Cybotron,
Mantronix,
Skaos,
New Age Steppers,
Metal Thangz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Royal Trux,
David McCallum,
Jandek,
Joy Division,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Urselle,
Tom Boy,
Idris Muhammad,
Sarah Menescal,
Al Stewart,
Joensuu 1685,
Malaria!,
Shuggie Otis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nils Olav,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agitation Free,
Minutemen,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Almond,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
R.M.O.,
Crash Course in Science,
OOIOO,
DNA,
The Evens,
Sun City Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tres Demented,
Lungfish,
Jeff Lynne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronan,
The Slackers,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
Ossler,
In Retrospect,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tommy Roe,
Excepter,
Laurel Aitken,
Moby Grape,
Loose Ends,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.