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 Madagascar and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Scientists to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Colin Newman,
DNA,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stiv Bators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deakin,
Darondo,
Jerry's Kids,
H. Thieme,
Soulsonic Force,
Second Layer,
The Doors,
Andrew Hill,
Khruangbin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Sound Behaviour,
B.T. Express,
John Foxx,
Accadde A,
The Mojo Men,
Au Pairs,
cv313,
Crispian St. Peters,
Malaria!,
The Invisible,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
Rod Modell,
EPMD,
Oneida,
Loose Ends,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visage,
Groovy Waters,
F. McDonald,
Mars,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Bowie,
Jandek,
Sam Rivers,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Mills,
Das Ding,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxette,
Cluster,
AZ,
The Kinks,
Yellowson,
Severed Heads,
Mantronix,
The Young Rascals,
Kaleidoscope,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.