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 Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gong to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Porter Ricks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The American Breed,
Carl Craig,
The Names,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Trojans,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gories,
Neu!,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Sneak,
Lalann,
New Age Steppers,
Quadrant,
The Pretty Things,
Adolescents,
The Doors,
Interpol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Juan Atkins,
Malaria!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-101,
The Searchers,
Freddie Wadling,
Monks,
Magazine,
Bill Near,
L. Decosne,
John Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
The Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Copeland,
One Last Wish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ronan,
Kayak,
The Cowsills,
Erasure,
Chris Corsano,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Golliwogs,
Susan Cadogan,
The Saints,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chrome,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lindisfarne,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ken Boothe,
ABBA,
Brick,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.