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 Montenegro and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rhythm & Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Quando Quango,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Birthday Party,
Dawn Penn,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Sherman,
Vladislav Delay,
Television Personalities,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scrapy,
Sonic Youth,
Neu!,
Kayak,
Alphaville,
Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glenn Branca,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Terry,
Bad Manners,
The Dave Clark Five,
Byron Stingily,
Yusef Lateef,
Althea and Donna,
Jacques Brel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Almond,
Ituana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry's Kids,
Excepter,
Flash Fearless,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed,
Interpol,
Gang Gang Dance,
Henry Cow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quadrant,
Animal Collective,
Minutemen,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sex Pistols,
Peter and Kerry,
Sugar Minott,
Second Layer,
Slave,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Zeros,
The Trojans,
Grey Daturas,
Ornette Coleman,
Fat Boys,
Deepchord,
Nick Fraelich,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.