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 Lesotho and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Michael McDonald 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 Charles Mingus to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Max Romeo,
Marmalade,
Monks,
Oneida,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
KRS-One,
The Move,
Gabor Szabo,
The Durutti Column,
Unwound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
The Neon Judgement,
Yazoo,
X-102,
Iggy Pop,
Soul II Soul,
Sight & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Porter Ricks,
Symarip,
Al Stewart,
Mission of Burma,
The Velvet Underground,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Sherman,
Cheater Slicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Silicon Teens,
Popol Vuh,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Dolphy,
Japan,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantaleimon,
The Evens,
Youth Brigade,
Motorama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dead Boys,
Howard Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Finger,
Fatback Band,
Deakin,
Isaac Hayes,
Gichy Dan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Icehouse,
Infiniti,
Grey Daturas,
The Seeds,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.