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 Malaysia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Gladiators to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
June Days,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Malaria!,
Accadde A,
The Move,
Niagra,
Radio Birdman,
Swans,
X-101,
Infiniti,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moleskins,
The American Breed,
Bobby Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smiths,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camouflage,
Moby Grape,
Lightning Bolt,
Anthony Braxton,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Walker Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
Boredoms,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Hood,
Barbara Tucker,
Ituana,
Crooked Eye,
Kerri Chandler,
Minor Threat,
Erasure,
Trumans Water,
Al Stewart,
K-Klass,
The Cowsills,
Visage,
Radiohead,
The Birthday Party,
Faust,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deakin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Theoretical Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Blancmange,
Von Mondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
Saccharine Trust,
Kas Product,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
U.S. Maple,
Carl Craig,
David McCallum,
Audionom,
Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.