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 Iceland and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 OOIOO to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Darondo,
Gang Starr,
Anakelly,
Lakeside,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter and Kerry,
Fatback Band,
Panda Bear,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Archie Shepp,
Ice-T,
John Holt,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Christie,
The American Breed,
The Seeds,
EPMD,
CMW,
John Foxx,
Lindisfarne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Rundgren,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
The Black Dice,
Los Fastidios,
Animal Collective,
Fat Boys,
Model 500,
The Misunderstood,
This Heat,
Lou Reed,
The Index,
Deakin,
Don Cherry,
Schoolly D,
Chris & Cosey,
the Germs,
Arcadia,
Sarah Menescal,
Duran Duran,
MC5,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
PIL,
Au Pairs,
The Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gap Band,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Bourne,
Babytalk,
Little Man,
Delta 5,
Lalann,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.