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 Brunei and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Smog to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Pretty Things,
Heaven 17,
Glenn Branca,
Aswad,
Peter and Kerry,
Blake Baxter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nirvana,
K-Klass,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delta 5,
Minutemen,
Goldenarms,
Animal Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Green,
The Monochrome Set,
Reuben Wilson,
Arthur Verocai,
Slave,
Panda Bear,
Sonny Sharrock,
Idris Muhammad,
Sparks,
Index,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Intrusion,
Man Parrish,
Scientists,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spoonie Gee,
Ice-T,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masters at Work,
Aural Exciters,
The Residents,
Television Personalities,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra,
Second Layer,
the Bar-Kays,
Unrelated Segments,
Dennis Brown,
Icehouse,
Easy Going,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-101,
Amazonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moss Icon,
Boredoms,
Brick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Piero Umiliani,
Albert Ayler,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.