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 Singapore and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Neil Young to the grunge 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Cybotron,
Danielle Patucci,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Terry,
The Last Poets,
Monolake,
Khruangbin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sugar Minott,
New Order,
Jimmy McGriff,
Don Cherry,
Jacques Brel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mission of Burma,
Qualms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magma,
Ponytail,
X-Ray Spex,
Anakelly,
Bang On A Can,
Easy Going,
Agent Orange,
Marvin Gaye,
Shuggie Otis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ornette Coleman,
Yellowson,
Amazonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Dawn Penn,
Mandrill,
The Blues Magoos,
Iggy Pop,
8 Eyed Spy,
Royal Trux,
The Beau Brummels,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Livin' Joy,
Flipper,
Sarah Menescal,
Camouflage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doors,
Fad Gadget,
Laurel Aitken,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hasil Adkins,
Ituana,
The Real Kids,
Roxy Music,
Dual Sessions,
Suicide,
Moss Icon,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.