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 Suriname and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Tim Buckley to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Donny Hathaway,
The Wake,
These Immortal Souls,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Echospace,
Lou Christie,
Warren Ellis,
MC5,
Mandrill,
Darondo,
Delta 5,
Bob Dylan,
Pussy Galore,
Crooked Eye,
Kaleidoscope,
the Bar-Kays,
Deadbeat,
Roxette,
Alison Limerick,
Dual Sessions,
Maleditus Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Motions,
Mission of Burma,
Bush Tetras,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fugazi,
Vainqueur,
Fat Boys,
The Vogues,
Ossler,
Graham Central Station,
The Kinks,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra,
UT,
a-ha,
Freddie Wadling,
Rakim,
Scion,
Magazine,
Unrelated Segments,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aloha Tigers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q and Not U,
The Remains,
The Gun Club,
Nas,
The Young Rascals,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brand Nubian,
The Slackers,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.