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 France and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 David Bowie to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wally Richardson,
R.M.O.,
ABBA,
The Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
Loose Ends,
Aloha Tigers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Talk Talk,
X-101,
Camberwell Now,
Hardrive,
Interpol,
Intrusion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Panda Bear,
The Fuzztones,
Judy Mowatt,
The Slits,
Wolf Eyes,
Drexciya,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slackers,
Simply Red,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Velvet Underground,
Cheater Slicks,
Neu!,
Qualms,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fugs,
The Knickerbockers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brass Construction,
Alice Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Pantaleimon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
Con Funk Shun,
Au Pairs,
Wire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terrestrial Tones,
48th St. Collective,
Dual Sessions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
L. Decosne,
D'Angelo,
X-102,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.