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 Croatia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 The Cure to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mummies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Guru Guru,
The Sound,
Sparks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dawn Penn,
MC5,
Gabor Szabo,
Desert Stars,
Mantronix,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Pretty Things,
Scrapy,
Minor Threat,
Nick Fraelich,
Crooked Eye,
The Names,
Rotary Connection,
Dark Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
Parry Music,
The Zeros,
Wolf Eyes,
Q65,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crash Course in Science,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonic Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Lakeside,
Flash Fearless,
Faraquet,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlback,
Josef K,
The Cowsills,
The Kinks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Leonard Cohen,
Bad Manners,
Alison Limerick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABC,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zapp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cecil Taylor,
Youth Brigade,
Porter Ricks,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül II,
U.S. Maple,
Ken Boothe,
Siglo XX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echospace,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.