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 Kazakhstan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Doors to the grunge 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Erasure,
Cluster,
Barry Ungar,
Basic Channel,
Rosa Yemen,
Ludus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Wells,
Blake Baxter,
Sandy B,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gabor Szabo,
Thee Headcoats,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül II,
Mark Hollis,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare,
Swell Maps,
Technova,
Bad Manners,
Patti Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Infiniti,
The Standells,
Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Sneak,
Average White Band,
The Skatalites,
Jacques Brel,
Surgeon,
Thompson Twins,
The Last Poets,
The Index,
Minny Pops,
Quadrant,
Eurythmics,
Frankie Knuckles,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacob Miller,
PIL,
Robert Hood,
Smog,
Kurtis Blow,
the Sonics,
Pulsallama,
Trumans Water,
Angry Samoans,
The Dirtbombs,
Japan,
Mars,
The Victims,
The Martian,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker,
Dave Gahan,
Von Mondo,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.