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 India and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pantytec to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Residents,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
Panda Bear,
The Kinks,
Neil Young,
Tommy Roe,
Ten City,
Peter & Gordon,
E-Dancer,
Deakin,
Echospace,
In Retrospect,
Monks,
Crime,
The Angels of Light,
Rotary Connection,
DNA,
The Invisible,
The Tremeloes,
Angry Samoans,
Crooked Eye,
Pole,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neu!,
The Standells,
F. McDonald,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swans,
Juan Atkins,
The Motions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Reagan Youth,
Ken Boothe,
the Human League,
Rites of Spring,
The Moleskins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arab on Radar,
Khruangbin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zero Boys,
Q and Not U,
Black Flag,
T.S.O.L.,
Nation of Ulysses,
U.S. Maple,
Sound Behaviour,
The Index,
The Walker Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Happenings,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronnie Foster,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David McCallum,
Malaria!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.