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 Bahrain and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Basic Channel to the grunge 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Robert Hood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oblivians,
The Angels of Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed,
Cheater Slicks,
Cybotron,
Minny Pops,
Rakim,
Cluster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Au Pairs,
Radiohead,
Panda Bear,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
Babytalk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick May,
Steve Hackett,
John Holt,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül,
Black Pus,
Depeche Mode,
Skriet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agitation Free,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Desert Stars,
Camouflage,
the Normal,
Mission of Burma,
Sound Behaviour,
The Stooges,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warsaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dead C,
Jeff Lynne,
The Knickerbockers,
Wally Richardson,
Flipper,
Freddie Wadling,
Nas,
Icehouse,
the Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantytec,
Alison Limerick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Interpol,
Sällskapet,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.