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 Bahrain and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Drexciya to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The Golliwogs,
The Smoke,
Scan 7,
Monks,
Massinfluence,
The Index,
The Angels of Light,
Oblivians,
Alton Ellis,
Malaria!,
Japan,
Alphaville,
The Techniques,
Matthew Halsall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Basic Channel,
June Days,
Jeff Lynne,
Albert Ayler,
Jacob Miller,
David Bowie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Real Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Severed Heads,
Rotary Connection,
Outsiders,
Gong,
Thee Headcoats,
Kenny Larkin,
Aaron Thompson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mr. Review,
Nirvana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stereo Dub,
The Monochrome Set,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monks,
Janne Schatter,
Saccharine Trust,
Con Funk Shun,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mantronix,
Faraquet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Iggy Pop,
EPMD,
L. Decosne,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Sneak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thompson Twins,
David McCallum,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.