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 Iceland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pretty Things to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Animal Collective,
Harmonia,
The Fugs,
The Victims,
China Crisis,
Talk Talk,
Tres Demented,
Zero Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Jimmy McGriff,
Byron Stingily,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Stooges,
Bill Wells,
The Raincoats,
Interpol,
Dual Sessions,
ABC,
Mad Mike,
The Divine Comedy,
H. Thieme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Albert Ayler,
Don Cherry,
Gichy Dan,
The Beau Brummels,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quadrant,
Make Up,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare,
Lalann,
Main Source,
Dave Gahan,
Basic Channel,
Sandy B,
Sun City Girls,
Marine Girls,
DNA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Technova,
June of 44,
Vladislav Delay,
Stereo Dub,
Janne Schatter,
Danielle Patucci,
Goldenarms,
Half Japanese,
Metal Thangz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cheater Slicks,
The Busters,
Juan Atkins,
Schoolly D,
MC5,
OOIOO,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.