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 Comoros and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Interpol to the disco 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flipper,
Circle Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
Tim Buckley,
The Invisible,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Near,
X-102,
Ten City,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brand Nubian,
Lalann,
David Bowie,
Loose Ends,
Sam Rivers,
The Selecter,
Andrew Hill,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
Agent Orange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Golliwogs,
U.S. Maple,
Warren Ellis,
The Star Department,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Starr,
Dorothy Ashby,
Icehouse,
Jerry's Kids,
Funky Four + One,
The Blues Magoos,
Delon & Dalcan,
UT,
Visage,
The Tremeloes,
Bauhaus,
Bang On A Can,
The Toasters,
Depeche Mode,
Khruangbin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barbara Tucker,
Chrome,
Porter Ricks,
Kurtis Blow,
Quando Quango,
Country Teasers,
Fluxion,
Mo-Dettes,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Coltrane,
The Busters,
Bobby Sherman,
Stiv Bators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.