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 Sweden and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Throbbing Gristle to the techno 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Nils Olav,
Hot Snakes,
In Retrospect,
Dead Boys,
Brick,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Sherman,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABC,
Guru Guru,
Second Layer,
Hardrive,
Basic Channel,
The Trojans,
The New Christs,
The Evens,
Nik Kershaw,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Wyatt,
Minor Threat,
AZ,
Dave Gahan,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Lynne,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris Corsano,
Ice-T,
Brand Nubian,
Lalann,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Association,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gap Band,
Stetsasonic,
Wasted Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Steve Hackett,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed,
Monolake,
Fela Kuti,
Royal Trux,
Aloha Tigers,
Byron Stingily,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erykah Badu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Stooges,
Lakeside,
Hoover,
Eve St. Jones,
Parry Music,
Young Marble Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.