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 Armenia and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Gastr Del Sol to the punk 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
10cc,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Move,
Sparks,
Henry Cow,
Mark Hollis,
Funky Four + One,
Nik Kershaw,
Urselle,
The Slits,
Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
Nico,
Franke,
Blake Baxter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shuggie Otis,
Spandau Ballet,
Bad Manners,
Buzzcocks,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Byrd,
Television,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ohio Players,
Black Pus,
Brothers Johnson,
A Certain Ratio,
Deadbeat,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Wyatt,
Niagra,
Erykah Badu,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Rundgren,
UT,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rosa Yemen,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ponytail,
Morten Harket,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yaz,
Duran Duran,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fall,
Skriet,
a-ha,
Unrelated Segments,
Steve Hackett,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Hill,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.