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 Cambodia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Doors 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Babytalk,
Hashim,
Fat Boys,
The Invisible,
Mantronix,
Dawn Penn,
The Saints,
Dark Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lucky Dragons,
Massinfluence,
MC5,
PIL,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
One Last Wish,
The Motions,
June of 44,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Style,
Glenn Branca,
Maurizio,
Khruangbin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Negative Approach,
Los Fastidios,
Youth Brigade,
Jacques Brel,
Sarah Menescal,
David McCallum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wolf Eyes,
The Human League,
Stiv Bators,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pulsallama,
Jeru the Damaja,
L. Decosne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Bad Manners,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Mills,
This Heat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cheater Slicks,
China Crisis,
Todd Rundgren,
John Holt,
Aural Exciters,
KRS-One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gichy Dan,
New Order,
The Vogues,
Byron Stingily,
The Sonics,
The Trojans,
Joy Division,
Harry Pussy,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.