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 Suriname and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Fuzztones to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Drive Like Jehu,
Carl Craig,
The American Breed,
the Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Bourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiopuhelimet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Max Romeo,
Adolescents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Goldenarms,
The Neon Judgement,
Don Cherry,
Hashim,
The Blues Magoos,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül,
Nirvana,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suicide,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül II,
Sällskapet,
Monolake,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick May,
Pantytec,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smoke,
The Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rapeman,
Aural Exciters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DNA,
Magazine,
Echospace,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marvin Gaye,
Spandau Ballet,
The Real Kids,
Jacques Brel,
John Holt,
Television Personalities,
Junior Murvin,
Scott Walker,
Darondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dark Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stereo Dub,
Mark Hollis,
Moss Icon,
Little Man,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.