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 Armenia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Iggy Pop to the techno 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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Howard Jones,
Vainqueur,
Darondo,
Nick Fraelich,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Goldenarms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Görl,
Second Layer,
The Grass Roots,
Desert Stars,
The Toasters,
Mo-Dettes,
Erykah Badu,
Thee Headcoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Music Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Rotary Connection,
Mars,
Ultra Naté,
Basic Channel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monolake,
Rufus Thomas,
Josef K,
Lou Christie,
Reagan Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Hill,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Main Source,
Funky Four + One,
Rakim,
Moss Icon,
The Velvet Underground,
Bill Wells,
The Selecter,
DJ Style,
MC5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxy Music,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Clarke,
Panda Bear,
Swell Maps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June Days,
The Skatalites,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Copeland,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sex Pistols,
Alice Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.