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 Syria and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Blake Baxter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Cal Tjader,
the Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun City Girls,
Moss Icon,
Shoche,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Groovy Waters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Loose Ends,
Scratch Acid,
Crooked Eye,
Oblivians,
Au Pairs,
The Techniques,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quantec,
Steve Hackett,
The Real Kids,
Dark Day,
John Cale,
Drexciya,
Toni Rubio,
Suicide,
Scion,
Dead Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Siglo XX,
Animal Collective,
Babytalk,
Chrome,
Pylon,
Pussy Galore,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faraquet,
The Grass Roots,
June of 44,
Rotary Connection,
Tears for Fears,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacques Brel,
Magma,
Thee Headcoats,
Mars,
Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Japan,
Supertramp,
Mr. Review,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerri Chandler,
The Angels of Light,
The Velvet Underground,
The Motions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Trojans,
Nik Kershaw,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.