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 Latvia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 The Walker Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Aural Exciters,
Tres Demented,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Knickerbockers,
The Sound,
the Germs,
Deakin,
Schoolly D,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cure,
Make Up,
Agent Orange,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
Swell Maps,
Lower 48,
The Searchers,
Magma,
Organ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
The Residents,
Easy Going,
Royal Trux,
Jacob Miller,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smoke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Isaac Hayes,
In Retrospect,
Stereo Dub,
Soul II Soul,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lindisfarne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Los Fastidios,
Arcadia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warren Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moleskins,
Moss Icon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun City Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Angry Samoans,
Cymande,
Aaron Thompson,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Human League,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.