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 Vietnam and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harpers Bizarre,
F. McDonald,
Ultravox,
Erykah Badu,
Angry Samoans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mantronix,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Vogues,
Jandek,
The Toasters,
FM Einheit,
Michelle Simonal,
The Skatalites,
Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Smooth,
Neu!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gabor Szabo,
Donald Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
48th St. Collective,
Infiniti,
Robert Görl,
Janne Schatter,
John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zero Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smoke,
Urselle,
Faraquet,
Brothers Johnson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sound Behaviour,
Unwound,
Connie Case,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalann,
Young Marble Giants,
Schoolly D,
Guru Guru,
Public Enemy,
Bush Tetras,
The Index,
Blancmange,
The Knickerbockers,
Clear Light,
Toni Rubio,
Leonard Cohen,
Al Stewart,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.