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 Nepal and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Soul Sonic Force to the crunk 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Crooked Eye,
The United States of America,
Soft Cell,
Oneida,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pole,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABBA,
Minny Pops,
Bill Near,
Reagan Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donny Hathaway,
The Raincoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MC5,
Minor Threat,
Gong,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Birthday Party,
E-Dancer,
Piero Umiliani,
Moebius,
Amon Düül II,
Flamin' Groovies,
In Retrospect,
The Gories,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mojo Men,
Alison Limerick,
Faraquet,
The Seeds,
Fatback Band,
The Red Krayola,
Tres Demented,
The Sound,
Bad Manners,
Nick Fraelich,
A Certain Ratio,
Kaleidoscope,
L. Decosne,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Skatalites,
Joensuu 1685,
Infiniti,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Victims,
Aloha Tigers,
Model 500,
Supertramp,
Gang of Four,
Boredoms,
The Busters,
Adolescents,
Negative Approach,
The Gladiators,
Monks,
Suburban Knight,
John Holt,
Moby Grape,
Jacques Brel,
Mr. Review,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.