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 Ethiopia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the techno 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Agent Orange,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funky Four + One,
Unrelated Segments,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nik Kershaw,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Style,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Das Ding,
Moebius,
Masters at Work,
Slick Rick,
The Dead C,
The Human League,
The Remains,
Hoover,
Vainqueur,
DJ Sneak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
D'Angelo,
Darondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Simply Red,
Deakin,
Swell Maps,
Adolescents,
The Blues Magoos,
Procol Harum,
Rosa Yemen,
Blake Baxter,
Japan,
The Monks,
Sandy B,
Eric Copeland,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grauzone,
The Alarm Clocks,
Henry Cow,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
L. Decosne,
Gang Green,
Chrome,
Neu!,
the Germs,
Symarip,
Kas Product,
Jeff Lynne,
FM Einheit,
Animal Collective,
48th St. Collective,
Lalann,
Chris Corsano,
Delta 5,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.