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 United States and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Joe Finger to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Quando Quango,
The Grass Roots,
Nirvana,
Reagan Youth,
Magma,
Brass Construction,
Deepchord,
Delta 5,
the Germs,
Aaron Thompson,
Television Personalities,
The Vogues,
Harry Pussy,
John Lydon,
Black Bananas,
Swell Maps,
Barbara Tucker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Henry Cow,
The Five Americans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
The Kinks,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Wake,
Moby Grape,
Excepter,
UT,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Goldenarms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Audionom,
The Dirtbombs,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Das Ding,
The Skatalites,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tears for Fears,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Barracudas,
Bad Manners,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Carl Craig,
Leonard Cohen,
China Crisis,
a-ha,
The Invisible,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wire,
Pylon,
Surgeon,
LL Cool J,
Tom Boy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
kango's stein massive,
Altered Images,
Ultimate Spinach,
Khruangbin,
Lucky Dragons,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.