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 Angola and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fluxion to the grime 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Kas Product,
Juan Atkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monochrome Set,
Skriet,
Lakeside,
The Dead C,
Blossom Toes,
Simply Red,
DNA,
The Walker Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Kayak,
The Gladiators,
Cameo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Searchers,
Minny Pops,
Pagans,
Brass Construction,
The Stooges,
UT,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare,
Maurizio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nico,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
L. Decosne,
Pantaleimon,
John Foxx,
The Gun Club,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cymande,
Camouflage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arab on Radar,
Danielle Patucci,
Davy DMX,
Scan 7,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Modern Lovers,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rotary Connection,
Freddie Wadling,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lyres,
Cal Tjader,
Hoover,
Magma,
cv313,
Television,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Frankie Knuckles,
Al Stewart,
Babytalk,
Fat Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.