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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Thompson Twins to the rap 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Jacob Miller,
The Buckinghams,
Quantec,
Gerry Rafferty,
Main Source,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skriet,
Fat Boys,
The Pretty Things,
June of 44,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
This Heat,
Lyres,
The Gap Band,
Delta 5,
FM Einheit,
Zero Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Banda Bassotti,
The Litter,
T. Rex,
Letta Mbulu,
Y Pants,
Minutemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dark Day,
Symarip,
Marine Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ralphi Rosario,
Can,
Surgeon,
Warsaw,
Goldenarms,
Circle Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
Deepchord,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Soft Cell,
Aswad,
Todd Rundgren,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terry Callier,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
Loose Ends,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
U.S. Maple,
Easy Going,
The Black Dice,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.