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 Burundi and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Terry Callier,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Trojans,
Model 500,
Bobby Sherman,
La Düsseldorf,
Desert Stars,
Jawbox,
Youth Brigade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young,
Aswad,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hashim,
Maleditus Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faust,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-101,
Isaac Hayes,
Japan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boredoms,
Slick Rick,
Young Marble Giants,
Ohio Players,
The Moleskins,
Jerry's Kids,
Echospace,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doors,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiohead,
Scrapy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Procol Harum,
ABBA,
The Knickerbockers,
Laurel Aitken,
T.S.O.L.,
Slave,
Donny Hathaway,
Lindisfarne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deepchord,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sällskapet,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Techniques,
Loose Ends,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.