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 Mongolia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Panda Bear to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Scientists,
Aloha Tigers,
X-102,
Neu!,
Mantronix,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crime,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dead C,
Pussy Galore,
The Beau Brummels,
Simply Red,
Letta Mbulu,
the Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
Mr. Review,
Surgeon,
Nirvana,
Wire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delta 5,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
B.T. Express,
L. Decosne,
AZ,
Shuggie Otis,
Tres Demented,
Rites of Spring,
Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Flag,
The Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
Maleditus Sound,
Colin Newman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ornette Coleman,
Funkadelic,
Absolute Body Control,
The Durutti Column,
Sex Pistols,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liliput,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rotary Connection,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Human League,
Sonic Youth,
Rapeman,
Motorama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Half Japanese,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.