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 Armenia and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scott Walker to the jazz 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Basic Channel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alphaville,
DJ Style,
Mr. Review,
Eurythmics,
Duran Duran,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
John Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dual Sessions,
Yaz,
Joey Negro,
Boredoms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Mills,
Joy Division,
Erasure,
Magazine,
OOIOO,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scion,
Wolf Eyes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sight & Sound,
Prince Buster,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Görl,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fugs,
The Buckinghams,
Roxy Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joyce Sims,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skriet,
Rufus Thomas,
Steve Hackett,
Charles Mingus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Easy Going,
The Flesh Eaters,
Junior Murvin,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
Radio Birdman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Flag,
X-102,
Q65,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.