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 Albania 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Blackbyrds to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deepchord,
Lalann,
Gong,
Interpol,
Joe Smooth,
Marine Girls,
Erasure,
Iggy Pop,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Max Romeo,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dawn Penn,
Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Hashim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oneida,
Man Eating Sloth,
Isaac Hayes,
Monolake,
Absolute Body Control,
Steve Hackett,
The Offenders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brick,
The Kinks,
Banda Bassotti,
Janne Schatter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masters at Work,
Freddie Wadling,
The American Breed,
The Golliwogs,
Delta 5,
Franke,
Gang Green,
Shoche,
Todd Rundgren,
Los Fastidios,
Chris & Cosey,
World's Most,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rakim,
Crime,
Soft Machine,
Surgeon,
Skriet,
The Red Krayola,
The Young Rascals,
Tres Demented,
Erykah Badu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.