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 Mali and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Alphaville to the grime 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Hot Snakes,
Inner City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dual Sessions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cybotron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ten City,
Funky Four + One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare,
Dave Gahan,
Josef K,
Marmalade,
The Velvet Underground,
Yellowson,
Model 500,
Gabor Szabo,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Boz Scaggs,
Lightning Bolt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Flag,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Golliwogs,
Joyce Sims,
Scrapy,
Sister Nancy,
Don Cherry,
Deadbeat,
kango's stein massive,
Rakim,
Country Teasers,
Talk Talk,
K-Klass,
Jesper Dahlback,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Terry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mummies,
Godley & Creme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Leonard Cohen,
This Heat,
Wasted Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
The Red Krayola,
E-Dancer,
Surgeon,
Goldenarms,
Sun City Girls,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.