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 Brunei and from London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 + Sunn O))) to the dance 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Franke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Juan Atkins,
Bang On A Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agitation Free,
The American Breed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lakeside,
Maurizio,
Mr. Review,
Pylon,
Michelle Simonal,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smiths,
Boz Scaggs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lower 48,
Silicon Teens,
a-ha,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gories,
JFA,
Robert Wyatt,
Marmalade,
The Names,
Con Funk Shun,
June Days,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Searchers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Almond,
Jandek,
Newcleus,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gong,
Nirvana,
Trumans Water,
Tim Buckley,
New Age Steppers,
Mark Hollis,
The Dead C,
Amazonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker,
Shoche,
Stetsasonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalann,
New York Dolls,
Angry Samoans,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.