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 Nauru 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Wally Richardson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
Nils Olav,
DJ Sneak,
The Blues Magoos,
Little Man,
Aloha Tigers,
Make Up,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Enemy,
Marvin Gaye,
Neu!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young,
Los Fastidios,
Panda Bear,
Charles Mingus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monks,
Supertramp,
Nick Fraelich,
Motorama,
Interpol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Qualms,
The Count Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Lynne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eddi Front,
Buzzcocks,
Ronan,
UT,
CMW,
Sarah Menescal,
Davy DMX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chrome,
Pierre Henry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Standells,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arthur Verocai,
Negative Approach,
Agent Orange,
Sandy B,
Inner City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Tremeloes,
Cluster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sight & Sound,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.