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 Palau 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the jazz 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Royal Trux,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grauzone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Y Pants,
Q and Not U,
Thee Headcoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Lynne,
Hardrive,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Near,
Section 25,
Livin' Joy,
The Cramps,
a-ha,
Popol Vuh,
Pierre Henry,
Scion,
Sam Rivers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bluetip,
Lakeside,
Angry Samoans,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultravox,
Moebius,
The Leaves,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Divine Comedy,
Joensuu 1685,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Infiniti,
Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Subhumans,
Ten City,
Porter Ricks,
Surgeon,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Order,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Christie,
Eric Copeland,
Tres Demented,
the Association,
Rhythm & Sound,
In Retrospect,
Buzzcocks,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.