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 Brunei and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Radiopuhelimet to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
One Last Wish,
Wings,
Spandau Ballet,
Donald Byrd,
Agitation Free,
Anthony Braxton,
Anakelly,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Standells,
Sonic Youth,
Loose Ends,
X-Ray Spex,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül II,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visage,
Gabor Szabo,
Ohio Players,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Freddie Wadling,
June of 44,
Kas Product,
Swell Maps,
A Certain Ratio,
Dennis Brown,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare,
The Slits,
Nils Olav,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MC5,
Graham Central Station,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Girls At Our Best!,
Malaria!,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantaleimon,
U.S. Maple,
Barbara Tucker,
Siglo XX,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Raincoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grauzone,
Mars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Average White Band,
the Normal,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.