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 Korea North and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Smog to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kas Product,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erasure,
Matthew Halsall,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Moon,
Joe Finger,
DJ Sneak,
Silicon Teens,
Joey Negro,
Graham Central Station,
Siglo XX,
Todd Terry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Pop Group,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
In Retrospect,
The Electric Prunes,
Deepchord,
Camberwell Now,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Angels of Light,
Interpol,
The Vogues,
Black Sheep,
Nico,
The Leaves,
Lou Christie,
The Toasters,
Lightning Bolt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reagan Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Marc Almond,
Urselle,
Swans,
The Cowsills,
Ken Boothe,
Radio Birdman,
Pantaleimon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nils Olav,
Chrome,
The Dead C,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Clarke,
Ponytail,
Vladislav Delay,
Severed Heads,
Alphaville,
The Walker Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
June of 44,
Jawbox,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.