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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Youth Brigade to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Japan,
Hasil Adkins,
The United States of America,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Green,
Monolake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crash Course in Science,
Kas Product,
Prince Buster,
Sugar Minott,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonic Youth,
The Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick Morgan,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül II,
Lakeside,
Bobby Womack,
The Raincoats,
Pussy Galore,
the Bar-Kays,
Marine Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Sex Pistols,
Pantaleimon,
Eurythmics,
The Residents,
The Young Rascals,
Stetsasonic,
Groovy Waters,
Adolescents,
Dead Boys,
Skarface,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doors,
Duran Duran,
Con Funk Shun,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swans,
The Black Dice,
Zero Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monochrome Set,
The Music Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shoche,
The Wake,
The Names,
The Pretty Things,
Sam Rivers,
Idris Muhammad,
Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Motorama,
Black Moon,
Ultra Naté,
Suburban Knight,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.