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 Nicaragua and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Delon & Dalcan to the disco 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June Days,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gap Band,
Joy Division,
Neu!,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skriet,
Massinfluence,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oblivians,
DNA,
Tres Demented,
FM Einheit,
Au Pairs,
Clear Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
Make Up,
E-Dancer,
Shoche,
The Fuzztones,
The Cramps,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sonics,
Wire,
The Buckinghams,
Marmalade,
Skaos,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Almond,
L. Decosne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Skatalites,
June of 44,
Bobby Womack,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Lynne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nico,
JFA,
The Gladiators,
Minny Pops,
The Wake,
Agitation Free,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxy Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wally Richardson,
Juan Atkins,
10cc,
Model 500,
Erasure,
The Techniques,
Grey Daturas,
The Velvet Underground,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.