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 Andorra and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Excepter to the jazz 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
The Doors,
Black Pus,
Dual Sessions,
Terry Callier,
Gabor Szabo,
Scientists,
Hashim,
The Names,
Quando Quango,
cv313,
Roy Ayers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Royal Trux,
B.T. Express,
Buzzcocks,
Malaria!,
Livin' Joy,
OOIOO,
The Litter,
The Gap Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
These Immortal Souls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Organ,
The Gun Club,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Bourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Albert Ayler,
Zero Boys,
Bauhaus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Sheep,
The Techniques,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cluster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
The Moody Blues,
the Swans,
Crooked Eye,
Rod Modell,
the Association,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roger Hodgson,
The Durutti Column,
Wolf Eyes,
Freddie Wadling,
Carl Craig,
Zapp,
Sixth Finger,
Jawbox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Toni Rubio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.