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 Namibia and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bizarre Inc. to the electroclash 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Near,
Mark Hollis,
Skriet,
The Misunderstood,
the Germs,
Blancmange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sound Behaviour,
the Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
Radio Birdman,
Joensuu 1685,
David Axelrod,
The Gun Club,
Black Sheep,
One Last Wish,
Technova,
X-Ray Spex,
Aloha Tigers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
Yellowson,
Cybotron,
Schoolly D,
Rites of Spring,
The Buckinghams,
Nico,
the Association,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
Japan,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul II Soul,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gories,
The Martian,
Sugar Minott,
Moss Icon,
Faust,
The Gap Band,
Altered Images,
Vladislav Delay,
Sparks,
Negative Approach,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hoover,
Bad Manners,
Bill Wells,
Sun City Girls,
The Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
Motorama,
The Doors,
Pierre Henry,
Babytalk,
Radiohead,
The Litter,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.