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 Brazil and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Infiniti 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Hot Snakes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fear,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neu!,
Index,
Ten City,
Wings,
The Victims,
Man Parrish,
The Smiths,
Yaz,
The Index,
Kayak,
Main Source,
Mo-Dettes,
Rakim,
Magazine,
The Misunderstood,
Animal Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doors,
Crooked Eye,
Nik Kershaw,
Pagans,
The Gories,
Mandrill,
Barrington Levy,
X-102,
Gabor Szabo,
Quantec,
Scott Walker,
E-Dancer,
Little Man,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Starr,
Pulsallama,
Easy Going,
Bootsy Collins,
One Last Wish,
Black Moon,
Faraquet,
the Fania All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
Parry Music,
James White and The Blacks,
Scrapy,
John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Von Mondo,
David McCallum,
The Standells,
The Toasters,
Panda Bear,
Alton Ellis,
ABBA,
The Monochrome Set,
The Monks,
L. Decosne,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.