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 Zambia and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Davy DMX to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Man Parrish,
Kayak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
U.S. Maple,
Max Romeo,
In Retrospect,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Almond,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smiths,
Faust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacques Brel,
Quantec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glenn Branca,
The Toasters,
The New Christs,
Eurythmics,
Cheater Slicks,
Procol Harum,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Five Americans,
Mandrill,
The Martian,
X-102,
Patti Smith,
Davy DMX,
Spoonie Gee,
Scientists,
Unwound,
Negative Approach,
Brick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Offenders,
Rotary Connection,
Rufus Thomas,
Organ,
John Foxx,
Robert Wyatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ossler,
Tres Demented,
Fatback Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aaron Thompson,
Royal Trux,
Alphaville,
The Star Department,
Monolake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cybotron,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Litter,
Eric Copeland,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.