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 Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pussy Galore,
Freddie Wadling,
Wolf Eyes,
Guru Guru,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quando Quango,
Con Funk Shun,
Duran Duran,
Eli Mardock,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Fraelich,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Parrish,
Skaos,
The Fuzztones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Henry Cow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warsaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Wyatt,
Basic Channel,
Josef K,
Dennis Brown,
Terry Callier,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yaz,
Minor Threat,
Jacob Miller,
The Gladiators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wally Richardson,
Ludus,
Nirvana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Model 500,
Pantaleimon,
The Music Machine,
Ituana,
James White and The Blacks,
Lower 48,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pierre Henry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Bananas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Connie Case,
Rapeman,
Buzzcocks,
Mark Hollis,
ABBA,
Flash Fearless,
Cecil Taylor,
Dorothy Ashby,
Saccharine Trust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.