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 Trinidad & Tobago and from London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Peter & Gordon to the dance 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams 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?
Interpol,
Youth Brigade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Holt,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Coltrane,
JFA,
Marmalade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Talk Talk,
Yusef Lateef,
Warsaw,
Skriet,
Colin Newman,
Shoche,
The Birthday Party,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fuzztones,
The Raincoats,
Black Pus,
The Vogues,
Kerrie Biddell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swans,
The Litter,
The Leaves,
Wasted Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ossler,
Model 500,
Moby Grape,
Sun City Girls,
the Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eurythmics,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül,
Freddie Wadling,
FM Einheit,
The Index,
UT,
Little Man,
The Detroit Cobras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brass Construction,
X-102,
Joe Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skaos,
James White and The Blacks,
Aural Exciters,
Slave,
ABBA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.