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 Montenegro and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Aaron Thompson to the crunk 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
The Cowsills,
Ituana,
Faust,
Hashim,
The Leaves,
Magma,
Suicide,
Sparks,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Y Pants,
Joyce Sims,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Parrish,
Aswad,
Piero Umiliani,
Byron Stingily,
The Moleskins,
The Fortunes,
Youth Brigade,
Minor Threat,
The Misunderstood,
China Crisis,
the Human League,
The Star Department,
Bobby Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
Quadrant,
Reuben Wilson,
DNA,
The Saints,
Sound Behaviour,
The Young Rascals,
Rites of Spring,
Cheater Slicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fugs,
Kayak,
Sonny Sharrock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick May,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glambeats Corp.,
Young Marble Giants,
Anakelly,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monolake,
The New Christs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Enemy,
The Blackbyrds,
Pagans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skarface,
Fat Boys,
Massinfluence,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.