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 Mali and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Youth Brigade,
Animal Collective,
Main Source,
the Slits,
R.M.O.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June Days,
Josef K,
LL Cool J,
Gang of Four,
Eve St. Jones,
Brick,
the Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
Donald Byrd,
Arcadia,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultravox,
Robert Wyatt,
T.S.O.L.,
The Zeros,
MC5,
ABC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Sneak,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultra Naté,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nils Olav,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crooked Eye,
Fatback Band,
Zero Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Pere Ubu,
David McCallum,
Sällskapet,
Sister Nancy,
Carl Craig,
The Leaves,
F. McDonald,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slick Rick,
The Blues Magoos,
Infiniti,
Hot Snakes,
Black Sheep,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Teasers,
Subhumans,
The Trojans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pole,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.