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 Nepal and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Khruangbin to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Mad Mike,
Chris Corsano,
Rapeman,
Harmonia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül,
Khruangbin,
10cc,
Lower 48,
Suburban Knight,
The Pretty Things,
John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
Donald Byrd,
Erasure,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gap Band,
PIL,
Delta 5,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scratch Acid,
Magazine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rod Modell,
Siglo XX,
Nirvana,
Eurythmics,
Goldenarms,
Trumans Water,
Kas Product,
The Trojans,
Dave Gahan,
FM Einheit,
Buzzcocks,
Swell Maps,
The Wake,
Pylon,
Sällskapet,
The Gories,
Black Moon,
kango's stein massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Barrington Levy,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Flag,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Near,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Max Romeo,
L. Decosne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June Days,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wire,
Slave,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.