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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DNA to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Au Pairs,
The Fortunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Henry Cow,
Flipper,
The Five Americans,
Jandek,
Oblivians,
Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gichy Dan,
The Black Dice,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Sneak,
Basic Channel,
Kas Product,
Yellowson,
The Real Kids,
Marine Girls,
Deakin,
David Axelrod,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra,
Crooked Eye,
The Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gladiators,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Bananas,
Ten City,
Wings,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Germs,
Jawbox,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Fraelich,
A Certain Ratio,
D'Angelo,
The Star Department,
The United States of America,
This Heat,
The Gories,
Faust,
Barbara Tucker,
The Barracudas,
Minny Pops,
Jerry's Kids,
The Standells,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlback,
Icehouse,
Bill Wells,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donald Byrd,
Black Flag,
Ohio Players,
Joy Division,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.