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 Monaco and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cybotron to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
the Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tres Demented,
The Evens,
Lou Christie,
The Cure,
kango's stein massive,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers,
Iggy Pop,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pulsallama,
Rufus Thomas,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pretty Things,
Second Layer,
Laurel Aitken,
Mission of Burma,
Michelle Simonal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wasted Youth,
The Doors,
Essential Logic,
Fad Gadget,
Roger Hodgson,
Outsiders,
Unrelated Segments,
Thee Headcoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Donald Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
Interpol,
Average White Band,
Hardrive,
The New Christs,
Spoonie Gee,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Silicon Teens,
Nirvana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alphaville,
Gong,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Sneak,
Camouflage,
Franke,
Ronnie Foster,
Massinfluence,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Count Five,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glenn Branca,
R.M.O.,
Livin' Joy,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.