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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grunge 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Tommy Roe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pole,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The United States of America,
Circle Jerks,
Country Teasers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
LL Cool J,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joy Division,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fuzztones,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Invisible,
Delta 5,
Ludus,
Stetsasonic,
Grey Daturas,
a-ha,
Robert Hood,
Average White Band,
Los Fastidios,
Tres Demented,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lucky Dragons,
Panda Bear,
Jimmy McGriff,
This Heat,
MC5,
Das Ding,
The Dead C,
Au Pairs,
The Sound,
Rekid,
Freddie Wadling,
Sandy B,
Technova,
The Count Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker,
Royal Trux,
Iggy Pop,
The Names,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camouflage,
Niagra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grauzone,
EPMD,
Unwound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Animal Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
Don Cherry,
The Misunderstood,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.