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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Nick Fraelich to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Neil Young,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moleskins,
Thee Headcoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Victims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Howard Jones,
David McCallum,
Lightning Bolt,
F. McDonald,
Blossom Toes,
Chris & Cosey,
Infiniti,
Scientists,
Gong,
Depeche Mode,
The Moody Blues,
Kaleidoscope,
Harmonia,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Public Enemy,
Fugazi,
Sister Nancy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lungfish,
Iggy Pop,
Oblivians,
OOIOO,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June Days,
The Fall,
Soul II Soul,
the Bar-Kays,
The Red Krayola,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Hood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Surgeon,
Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
The Martian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlback,
Whodini,
Ponytail,
Sandy B,
the Germs,
Heaven 17,
Kurtis Blow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kevin Saunderson,
T.S.O.L.,
The Standells,
H. Thieme,
Spandau Ballet,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.