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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Amon Düül to the disco 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Laurel Aitken,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Popol Vuh,
CMW,
Pylon,
Sun Ra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pagans,
Inner City,
ABBA,
Scientists,
Stereo Dub,
The Blackbyrds,
Blancmange,
Infiniti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül,
Eve St. Jones,
The Remains,
Au Pairs,
John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
Shoche,
Angry Samoans,
Audionom,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marine Girls,
Animal Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
Duran Duran,
Minor Threat,
Glenn Branca,
The Associates,
Rites of Spring,
Smog,
Moby Grape,
Television Personalities,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slave,
Bill Wells,
Mark Hollis,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fugazi,
Chris & Cosey,
Davy DMX,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Half Japanese,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pretty Things,
Essential Logic,
Iggy Pop,
Erykah Badu,
Cameo,
The Dirtbombs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minutemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.