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 Taipei.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Lyres to the grime 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yazoo,
John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
Lucky Dragons,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Bowie,
R.M.O.,
The Stooges,
Amazonics,
Black Bananas,
Sun City Girls,
Scan 7,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül II,
Con Funk Shun,
Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Excepter,
The Cure,
JFA,
Agent Orange,
Gang of Four,
Joe Smooth,
This Heat,
Barry Ungar,
Das Ding,
DNA,
Lyres,
Duran Duran,
Moss Icon,
Procol Harum,
Surgeon,
Cybotron,
Talk Talk,
Robert Hood,
The Modern Lovers,
The Residents,
Drexciya,
June Days,
The Associates,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultra Naté,
Eli Mardock,
Lakeside,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lightning Bolt,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlback,
Goldenarms,
T. Rex,
The Fuzztones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liliput,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moody Blues,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.