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 Belize and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 David Bowie to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Vogues,
Kurtis Blow,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Techniques,
Blancmange,
Cymande,
Grey Daturas,
Icehouse,
Hot Snakes,
The Barracudas,
Pole,
Donny Hathaway,
Symarip,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delta 5,
John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
The Smoke,
Faraquet,
B.T. Express,
the Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
New York Dolls,
The Index,
Scrapy,
Flipper,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Style,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slick Rick,
Scion,
the Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scan 7,
Khruangbin,
The Zeros,
Bush Tetras,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Motions,
The Monks,
Malaria!,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Foxx,
Panda Bear,
Brass Construction,
Gregory Isaacs,
Iggy Pop,
The Remains,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fear,
The Seeds,
Skriet,
The Fortunes,
Los Fastidios,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.