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 Libya and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Make Up to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Newcleus,
The Techniques,
Sight & Sound,
Black Flag,
The Stooges,
The Mummies,
Warsaw,
FM Einheit,
David Bowie,
a-ha,
The Fugs,
Vainqueur,
Peter and Kerry,
MDC,
Sixth Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dual Sessions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drexciya,
The Raincoats,
Wasted Youth,
Scrapy,
Lightning Bolt,
Smog,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
Motorama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The United States of America,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cluster,
Jeff Mills,
Pagans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Hill,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Flesh Eaters,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Associates,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warren Ellis,
Basic Channel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerrie Biddell,
UT,
New Order,
kango's stein massive,
Gichy Dan,
Pylon,
Au Pairs,
Eve St. Jones,
Inner City,
Scott Walker,
World's Most,
Desert Stars,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.