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 Panama and from London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nick Fraelich to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Vladislav Delay,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
EPMD,
cv313,
Magma,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zapp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drive Like Jehu,
T.S.O.L.,
the Swans,
Dark Day,
Warsaw,
Rakim,
Adolescents,
Circle Jerks,
Henry Cow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nils Olav,
The Associates,
Brand Nubian,
Angry Samoans,
Camouflage,
Ohio Players,
Anakelly,
The Residents,
Y Pants,
Scientists,
Reuben Wilson,
Technova,
FM Einheit,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Bourne,
Camberwell Now,
Eve St. Jones,
The Move,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zero Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dead Boys,
Symarip,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Kinks,
The Busters,
Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
Liliput,
Rotary Connection,
The Smiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Malaria!,
Junior Murvin,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.