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 Mauritania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 The Doobie Brothers to the dance 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-101,
Mandrill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barbara Tucker,
Circle Jerks,
Pole,
a-ha,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funky Four + One,
Ice-T,
Kas Product,
Scientists,
Con Funk Shun,
Don Cherry,
Faust,
Fear,
The Leaves,
Archie Shepp,
Toni Rubio,
Quadrant,
FM Einheit,
Quando Quango,
Arab on Radar,
Eli Mardock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ten City,
Ornette Coleman,
Barrington Levy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Hood,
Kayak,
The Knickerbockers,
Byron Stingily,
Khruangbin,
Derrick Morgan,
Lindisfarne,
Goldenarms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Sheep,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slick Rick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fluxion,
The Gladiators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pagans,
New Age Steppers,
Sound Behaviour,
Grauzone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tres Demented,
Steve Hackett,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.