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 Korea South and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 D'Angelo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nirvana,
The Pop Group,
The Count Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Clear Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
F. McDonald,
Popol Vuh,
The Kinks,
Moby Grape,
Negative Approach,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Wake,
Hashim,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young,
kango's stein massive,
H. Thieme,
The Smiths,
Ponytail,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy Collins,
ABBA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Audionom,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter & Gordon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Parry Music,
In Retrospect,
Heaven 17,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang of Four,
Silicon Teens,
Nico,
Adolescents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joyce Sims,
Warsaw,
Altered Images,
Matthew Bourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Panda Bear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alphaville,
Bad Manners,
Reagan Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tres Demented,
Janne Schatter,
Eric B and Rakim,
June of 44,
Aloha Tigers,
Jawbox,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.