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 Turkmenistan and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Desert Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Q and Not U,
Dark Day,
Max Romeo,
John Foxx,
The Pop Group,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Accadde A,
Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Ossler,
Yazoo,
Pagans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Pus,
Todd Terry,
Das Ding,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Essential Logic,
Yaz,
Althea and Donna,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sound Behaviour,
Erasure,
Blossom Toes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalann,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Idris Muhammad,
Sam Rivers,
Cameo,
Robert Hood,
Scratch Acid,
World's Most,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Main Source,
Minutemen,
Radiohead,
kango's stein massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris Corsano,
Agitation Free,
Organ,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Trojans,
Gabor Szabo,
48th St. Collective,
New Order,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fugs,
Ten City,
Bad Manners,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.