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 Gabon and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Radiopuhelimet to the funk 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Soulsonic Force,
The Stooges,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alison Limerick,
Ken Boothe,
Surgeon,
Technova,
Susan Cadogan,
Young Marble Giants,
Albert Ayler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unwound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dual Sessions,
Michelle Simonal,
Intrusion,
Second Layer,
Darondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonny Sharrock,
AZ,
Kaleidoscope,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Star Department,
Rotary Connection,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Toasters,
The Slits,
ABBA,
Accadde A,
Nick Fraelich,
cv313,
Altered Images,
Grey Daturas,
Sister Nancy,
The Skatalites,
Bill Near,
Ornette Coleman,
Absolute Body Control,
Wings,
Mantronix,
Marmalade,
Erasure,
Vladislav Delay,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Eating Sloth,
Livin' Joy,
Lalann,
The Modern Lovers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
FM Einheit,
The Misunderstood,
PIL,
OOIOO,
Kurtis Blow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.