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 Cameroon and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Aloha Tigers to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Model 500,
Sister Nancy,
Cecil Taylor,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Trumans Water,
Peter and Kerry,
David Axelrod,
Ultra Naté,
Moby Grape,
The Detroit Cobras,
Motorama,
Lou Christie,
The Offenders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Freddie Wadling,
Shoche,
Alphaville,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camberwell Now,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erasure,
X-102,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pere Ubu,
T.S.O.L.,
Groovy Waters,
D'Angelo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Albert Ayler,
Little Man,
Excepter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Near,
Nils Olav,
Darondo,
Newcleus,
Urselle,
Dave Gahan,
Zapp,
One Last Wish,
Deakin,
Yazoo,
Ituana,
The Toasters,
Livin' Joy,
Maleditus Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Selecter,
Matthew Bourne,
Mission of Burma,
Suicide,
Yusef Lateef,
OOIOO,
Mark Hollis,
The Barracudas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.