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 Barbados and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Scott Walker to the grunge 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Toni Rubio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sound,
Skaos,
Procol Harum,
Sonic Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agent Orange,
Pylon,
the Association,
Masters at Work,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker,
Nirvana,
Audionom,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Walker Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Black Sheep,
Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Teasers,
Funky Four + One,
Clear Light,
Buzzcocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monolake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fad Gadget,
The Pop Group,
Guru Guru,
Ronnie Foster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skarface,
Deepchord,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moleskins,
The Cure,
Moebius,
Bill Wells,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
The Associates,
Dark Day,
Rufus Thomas,
Mandrill,
Soul II Soul,
Desert Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camouflage,
Ken Boothe,
Section 25,
The Black Dice,
Rapeman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.