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 Colombia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Wally Richardson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Urselle,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Henry Cow,
Colin Newman,
Au Pairs,
Slave,
Lucky Dragons,
10cc,
Godley & Creme,
T. Rex,
Wally Richardson,
Negative Approach,
Siglo XX,
Flipper,
Oneida,
Prince Buster,
Reagan Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Pulsallama,
The Black Dice,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cramps,
The Moody Blues,
The Dirtbombs,
The Leaves,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
Arab on Radar,
Soft Machine,
Wasted Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Sneak,
The Index,
Saccharine Trust,
T.S.O.L.,
Sister Nancy,
New Age Steppers,
Sex Pistols,
Vainqueur,
Faraquet,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Swans,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Livin' Joy,
Easy Going,
The Standells,
In Retrospect,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Rundgren,
A Certain Ratio,
Bush Tetras,
Organ,
Piero Umiliani,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.