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 Germany and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Clear Light to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
10cc,
Marvin Gaye,
Silicon Teens,
Pantaleimon,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fortunes,
Television,
Joyce Sims,
The Moody Blues,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
The Busters,
Josef K,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quantec,
Tubeway Army,
The Blues Magoos,
Brand Nubian,
Smog,
Soft Machine,
Deadbeat,
Dawn Penn,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Stooges,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deakin,
Procol Harum,
Organ,
Hot Snakes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Zeros,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Rundgren,
Visage,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül,
Anthony Braxton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Althea and Donna,
Gang of Four,
Flipper,
The Human League,
Audionom,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T.S.O.L.,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gap Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Dual Sessions,
U.S. Maple,
Yazoo,
The Dead C,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zapp,
The Searchers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wasted Youth,
The Litter,
Bill Wells,
Porter Ricks,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.