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 Kiribati and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 The Residents to the rock 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Mark Hollis,
Kas Product,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scion,
The Stooges,
Gang Green,
Quantec,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers,
Franke,
Davy DMX,
Ponytail,
Boz Scaggs,
Erykah Badu,
Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Moebius,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
UT,
Thee Headcoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aswad,
Juan Atkins,
Scan 7,
La Düsseldorf,
Wolf Eyes,
Accadde A,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Darondo,
Lou Christie,
Nas,
Godley & Creme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dead C,
Mary Jane Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Toasters,
MDC,
The Motions,
Trumans Water,
Morten Harket,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ice-T,
Smog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Icehouse,
Ohio Players,
Junior Murvin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Teasers,
Negative Approach,
The Busters,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Index,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.