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 Malaysia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Holger Czukay 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 Moebius to the punk 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Whodini,
Amon Düül,
Nils Olav,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Sneak,
Outsiders,
Procol Harum,
Simply Red,
Marc Almond,
Television Personalities,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mantronix,
The Saints,
Wally Richardson,
UT,
Drive Like Jehu,
Das Ding,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scientists,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter & Gordon,
Scan 7,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Human League,
Bob Dylan,
The Barracudas,
Danielle Patucci,
Organ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rites of Spring,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chrome,
Rapeman,
Anthony Braxton,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick Morgan,
Crime,
The Dead C,
Funky Four + One,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Moon,
La Düsseldorf,
The Skatalites,
Soulsonic Force,
Pole,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.