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 Morocco and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 kango's stein massive to the funk 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Boredoms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flash Fearless,
Mark Hollis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shoche,
New Order,
Peter & Gordon,
Joey Negro,
Kool Moe Dee,
T.S.O.L.,
Marine Girls,
Urselle,
Von Mondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Juan Atkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Janne Schatter,
David McCallum,
48th St. Collective,
Average White Band,
Colin Newman,
Severed Heads,
The Doors,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thompson Twins,
Joyce Sims,
Franke,
Ice-T,
World's Most,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Altered Images,
Swell Maps,
Moss Icon,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed,
Cheater Slicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anthony Braxton,
Fela Kuti,
Jacques Brel,
MC5,
Minnie Riperton,
The Index,
The Buckinghams,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faraquet,
FM Einheit,
Subhumans,
The Walker Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Erasure,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-102,
Neil Young,
Reagan Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.