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 Tuvalu and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Dave Gahan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a mellotron and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Soft Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moss Icon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joyce Sims,
Sam Rivers,
Toni Rubio,
R.M.O.,
Alison Limerick,
In Retrospect,
Hoover,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moody Blues,
Masters at Work,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Average White Band,
Supertramp,
Drexciya,
Leonard Cohen,
UT,
Joe Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Görl,
Mo-Dettes,
The Raincoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scan 7,
The Smoke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Subhumans,
Camberwell Now,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Rundgren,
Funky Four + One,
Graham Central Station,
Model 500,
Bauhaus,
The Evens,
Josef K,
Sandy B,
Zero Boys,
Sparks,
Niagra,
ABC,
Soul II Soul,
Harry Pussy,
Swell Maps,
Howard Jones,
Moebius,
Nas,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arcadia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cure,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.