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 Serbia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Sister Nancy to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Moody Blues,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Residents,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eden Ahbez,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
Oblivians,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare,
Sonic Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Gang of Four,
Boredoms,
Moebius,
Mars,
Newcleus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sandy B,
Jeff Mills,
Suicide,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warsaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tubeway Army,
Tom Boy,
Guru Guru,
Crime,
Ludus,
Lakeside,
Camberwell Now,
D'Angelo,
Soulsonic Force,
The Index,
The Cowsills,
Bill Near,
Simply Red,
Ronnie Foster,
Buzzcocks,
Negative Approach,
Grauzone,
Young Marble Giants,
Adolescents,
Cymande,
Carl Craig,
ABBA,
Lower 48,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crooked Eye,
X-101,
Bang On A Can,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.