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 Serbia and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 EPMD to the techno 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Clarke,
Brick,
Avey Tare,
The Associates,
Second Layer,
Loose Ends,
The Black Dice,
Faraquet,
Peter & Gordon,
Blancmange,
Gang Green,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Foxx,
Yellowson,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smiths,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young,
The Vogues,
Smog,
Carl Craig,
The Beau Brummels,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magazine,
Pagans,
Japan,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cowsills,
Icehouse,
The Gladiators,
Crash Course in Science,
Khruangbin,
Kerri Chandler,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris Corsano,
The Five Americans,
Rites of Spring,
The Raincoats,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül II,
The Names,
Minnie Riperton,
Patti Smith,
Chrome,
Sandy B,
Andrew Hill,
The Blackbyrds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Outsiders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Procol Harum,
the Germs,
Newcleus,
Skarface,
Urselle,
Toni Rubio,
The Evens,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.