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 India and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Clear Light,
New Order,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Khruangbin,
Duran Duran,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cure,
Wally Richardson,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Marine Girls,
Fugazi,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Moon,
Popol Vuh,
Blancmange,
DJ Style,
Spoonie Gee,
Kevin Saunderson,
Excepter,
kango's stein massive,
Young Marble Giants,
Joy Division,
The Alarm Clocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Dolphy,
Hot Snakes,
The Golliwogs,
Tears for Fears,
Parry Music,
LL Cool J,
World's Most,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Motorama,
Joyce Sims,
Amazonics,
Massinfluence,
UT,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun City Girls,
Prince Buster,
Quando Quango,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Busters,
Todd Rundgren,
Reagan Youth,
Darondo,
Little Man,
New Age Steppers,
Alison Limerick,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Starr,
Infiniti,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.