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 Rwanda and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Magazine 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scratch Acid,
Grey Daturas,
Roxette,
DNA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
OOIOO,
Patti Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Starr,
The Golliwogs,
Q and Not U,
Alice Coltrane,
The Saints,
Ice-T,
Depeche Mode,
Yaz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minnie Riperton,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Busters,
Yusef Lateef,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joey Negro,
The Searchers,
Tim Buckley,
E-Dancer,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smiths,
Model 500,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Lynne,
Au Pairs,
Suicide,
Bill Wells,
Charles Mingus,
Carl Craig,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker,
Dave Gahan,
The Names,
Magazine,
Ronan,
T. Rex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Half Japanese,
The Cowsills,
Crash Course in Science,
Hardrive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Durutti Column,
The Pretty Things,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.