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 Nigeria and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 UT to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Bob Dylan,
The Star Department,
Jandek,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liliput,
Josef K,
Man Eating Sloth,
New York Dolls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Godley & Creme,
The Birthday Party,
Sällskapet,
Barry Ungar,
Tommy Roe,
Wings,
Absolute Body Control,
Khruangbin,
Scan 7,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minutemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cluster,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris & Cosey,
Talk Talk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
UT,
The Walker Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
K-Klass,
F. McDonald,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cure,
Colin Newman,
kango's stein massive,
Darondo,
The Happenings,
Harmonia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hardrive,
Monolake,
Procol Harum,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Bourne,
Idris Muhammad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Make Up,
T.S.O.L.,
Pere Ubu,
Scrapy,
Vladislav Delay,
LL Cool J,
Reuben Wilson,
Nas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cecil Taylor,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick May,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.