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 Bhutan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
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 spring reverb 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 Swell Maps to the rock 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra,
Harry Pussy,
Henry Cow,
One Last Wish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Darondo,
The Star Department,
Jeff Mills,
Sixth Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
Dawn Penn,
The Barracudas,
The Cramps,
Funky Four + One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Michelle Simonal,
Al Stewart,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
China Crisis,
Depeche Mode,
Sandy B,
Joy Division,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pussy Galore,
Judy Mowatt,
Q65,
Rufus Thomas,
Clear Light,
Aaron Thompson,
Charles Mingus,
Skaos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
Terry Callier,
This Heat,
The Golliwogs,
The Seeds,
Faraquet,
Panda Bear,
Sällskapet,
The New Christs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Popol Vuh,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MDC,
The Searchers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nik Kershaw,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.