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 Liechtenstein and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joyce Sims to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Average White Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Womack,
The Barracudas,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
Anthony Braxton,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
B.T. Express,
Royal Trux,
Yaz,
The Blackbyrds,
Freddie Wadling,
Television Personalities,
Underground Resistance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Germs,
Excepter,
Saccharine Trust,
the Swans,
Visage,
a-ha,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
World's Most,
The Index,
Swell Maps,
Soul II Soul,
the Soft Cell,
JFA,
Mr. Review,
Scan 7,
Japan,
Thee Headcoats,
Kaleidoscope,
Pylon,
The Zeros,
The Fuzztones,
Cluster,
Sun City Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sarah Menescal,
Fear,
The Gories,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deakin,
Soft Machine,
Cybotron,
The Names,
Shoche,
Crime,
Althea and Donna,
PIL,
Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.