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 Seychelles and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Panda Bear to the jazz 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Altered Images,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter & Gordon,
Skarface,
Johnny Clarke,
Eli Mardock,
Michelle Simonal,
Ice-T,
The Buckinghams,
Heaven 17,
Scion,
The Mummies,
Graham Central Station,
The Last Poets,
The Grass Roots,
Charles Mingus,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slits,
The Barracudas,
the Slits,
Echospace,
Minutemen,
Rekid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
This Heat,
Depeche Mode,
Rotary Connection,
Agent Orange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Traffic Nightmare,
Porter Ricks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Intrusion,
Soft Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
kango's stein massive,
Bluetip,
The Golliwogs,
Nico,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Von Mondo,
Fear,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Young Marble Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swell Maps,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick Morgan,
OOIOO,
New York Dolls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Holt,
The Fuzztones,
The Modern Lovers,
Reuben Wilson,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.