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 United Kingdom and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Rotary Connection to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Unrelated Segments,
Slave,
Todd Rundgren,
Vladislav Delay,
the Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
LL Cool J,
Neu!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Motions,
Juan Atkins,
Camberwell Now,
Pussy Galore,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moebius,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erasure,
The Knickerbockers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eddi Front,
Visage,
Yusef Lateef,
Henry Cow,
Boz Scaggs,
Donald Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
Reuben Wilson,
June Days,
Connie Case,
Echospace,
MC5,
The Cowsills,
Wasted Youth,
Howard Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sandy B,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Colin Newman,
Nick Fraelich,
Sarah Menescal,
the Normal,
Aaron Thompson,
Y Pants,
Laurel Aitken,
OOIOO,
Massinfluence,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pylon,
Janne Schatter,
Glambeats Corp.,
June of 44,
Brothers Johnson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang of Four,
Half Japanese,
The Slackers,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Sonics,
The Human League,
Can,
John Lydon,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.