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 Palau and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Buckinghams,
Ituana,
Marc Almond,
Robert Görl,
Albert Ayler,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Bar-Kays,
Duran Duran,
Yaz,
Faust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
Mission of Burma,
The Count Five,
Black Moon,
The Star Department,
ABBA,
Television Personalities,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultravox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Das Ding,
Mark Hollis,
Organ,
Leonard Cohen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Unwound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerri Chandler,
Cluster,
Wasted Youth,
Marmalade,
The Durutti Column,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Enemy,
DJ Style,
Hashim,
Banda Bassotti,
Scan 7,
Rapeman,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Christie,
Soulsonic Force,
June of 44,
Rakim,
Al Stewart,
The Happenings,
Roxy Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerrie Biddell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
F. McDonald,
Arcadia,
Minnie Riperton,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.