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 Kyrgyzstan and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lower 48 to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Spandau Ballet,
Niagra,
the Swans,
Eric Copeland,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gichy Dan,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Wells,
The Residents,
Tres Demented,
David Bowie,
Pole,
Morten Harket,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Image Ltd.,
Main Source,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skriet,
Massinfluence,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tom Boy,
Loose Ends,
Deadbeat,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül,
The Dead C,
Depeche Mode,
Parry Music,
Interpol,
UT,
X-Ray Spex,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Leaves,
Soft Machine,
Ken Boothe,
The Searchers,
the Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
The Zeros,
The New Christs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kurtis Blow,
Alton Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
Lungfish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
Terry Callier,
the Germs,
CMW,
Delta 5,
Blake Baxter,
Guru Guru,
Pagans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rod Modell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cybotron,
Pussy Galore,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.