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 Luxembourg and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Swans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arcadia,
Toni Rubio,
The Slits,
Malaria!,
Crime,
Rosa Yemen,
F. McDonald,
The Mummies,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aural Exciters,
Radiohead,
Sandy B,
The Electric Prunes,
Magma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sixth Finger,
Q and Not U,
Yaz,
H. Thieme,
Nas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
The Pretty Things,
David Bowie,
Lower 48,
Jerry's Kids,
LL Cool J,
Bronski Beat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-102,
The Kinks,
Maleditus Sound,
The Stooges,
Danielle Patucci,
Brand Nubian,
Boredoms,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neu!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alison Limerick,
One Last Wish,
the Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Laurel Aitken,
Nik Kershaw,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Wells,
Piero Umiliani,
D'Angelo,
Groovy Waters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June of 44,
Terry Callier,
Rufus Thomas,
Susan Cadogan,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.