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 Peru and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Marine Girls to the grime 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog 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,
Byron Stingily,
Agent Orange,
Throbbing Gristle,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unrelated Segments,
The Names,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Bowie,
CMW,
DNA,
X-101,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-102,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monks,
Cluster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ornette Coleman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sex Pistols,
Camouflage,
Rekid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Franke,
Joe Finger,
Essential Logic,
The Moody Blues,
Accadde A,
Roxette,
Kevin Saunderson,
Henry Cow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visage,
Aloha Tigers,
Ohio Players,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flash Fearless,
Colin Newman,
F. McDonald,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
The Wake,
X-Ray Spex,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gories,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.