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 Canada and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Grauzone to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work 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?
Hardrive,
Ronnie Foster,
Marine Girls,
Royal Trux,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magazine,
The Smiths,
Jawbox,
Gang Green,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grey Daturas,
Symarip,
A Certain Ratio,
Lucky Dragons,
Liliput,
Junior Murvin,
Stetsasonic,
Nirvana,
The Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Saints,
Unrelated Segments,
Intrusion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
The Move,
Roger Hodgson,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blues Magoos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Max Romeo,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dirtbombs,
K-Klass,
Erasure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Birthday Party,
the Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
The Star Department,
DNA,
The Pop Group,
Schoolly D,
Alice Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Bourne,
Agitation Free,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Judy Mowatt,
Popol Vuh,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.