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 Botswana and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pierre Henry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Niagra,
Inner City,
Reuben Wilson,
Arab on Radar,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gap Band,
David Axelrod,
Brand Nubian,
The Skatalites,
Depeche Mode,
Lungfish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
Charles Mingus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yazoo,
Animal Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Christie,
Minny Pops,
Bill Near,
cv313,
KRS-One,
Arthur Verocai,
The American Breed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
H. Thieme,
Robert Görl,
The Pop Group,
the Bar-Kays,
Dave Gahan,
Blossom Toes,
Blancmange,
Isaac Hayes,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
Warsaw,
The Remains,
The Tremeloes,
Maleditus Sound,
OOIOO,
Los Fastidios,
Buzzcocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vainqueur,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jandek,
Stereo Dub,
Dead Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crooked Eye,
EPMD,
Amazonics,
AZ,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.