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 Paraguay and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 John Coltrane to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Halsall,
Charles Mingus,
Popol Vuh,
Vladislav Delay,
Qualms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pussy Galore,
Grey Daturas,
Soul II Soul,
Audionom,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Al Stewart,
Saccharine Trust,
Fad Gadget,
Lucky Dragons,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Teasers,
Can,
Intrusion,
Thompson Twins,
Marmalade,
Don Cherry,
Panda Bear,
The Cure,
Das Ding,
Arcadia,
Swell Maps,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
the Association,
the Germs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Human League,
New Order,
The Gories,
Metal Thangz,
The Kinks,
Sonic Youth,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Lynne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABBA,
Unrelated Segments,
Magma,
The Smoke,
Cluster,
Roxette,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pulsallama,
Depeche Mode,
T.S.O.L.,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.