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 Somalia and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 The Moody Blues to the punk 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Juan Atkins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
L. Decosne,
Depeche Mode,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
FM Einheit,
the Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
kango's stein massive,
Second Layer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Buckinghams,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Patti Smith,
World's Most,
Scientists,
Wire,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sällskapet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
Audionom,
Lou Reed,
Sparks,
Sight & Sound,
The Vogues,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Sherman,
Nils Olav,
The Flesh Eaters,
Guru Guru,
Joyce Sims,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sister Nancy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ludus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantaleimon,
Stetsasonic,
Metal Thangz,
Television Personalities,
Icehouse,
Main Source,
Altered Images,
H. Thieme,
Reagan Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Sandy B,
Siglo XX,
Blossom Toes,
Niagra,
Talk Talk,
Severed Heads,
The Barracudas,
Boz Scaggs,
Gong,
Faraquet,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.