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 Mauritania and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 The Star Department to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reagan Youth,
Sällskapet,
The Birthday Party,
Cheater Slicks,
Brick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Guru Guru,
Heaven 17,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Vogues,
The Fortunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Sherman,
Sandy B,
Alice Coltrane,
The Motions,
Siglo XX,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantytec,
Mr. Review,
Sound Behaviour,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quantec,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moby Grape,
B.T. Express,
Janne Schatter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The United States of America,
The Busters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
This Heat,
Brothers Johnson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
Piero Umiliani,
Alison Limerick,
Vainqueur,
Sam Rivers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Count Five,
Marc Almond,
Althea and Donna,
Ohio Players,
The Wake,
The Happenings,
Rites of Spring,
Rotary Connection,
Saccharine Trust,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.