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 Bahrain and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marvin Gaye to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Eve St. Jones,
Skriet,
Agent Orange,
Aloha Tigers,
Blake Baxter,
The Pretty Things,
MC5,
Massinfluence,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sound Behaviour,
Piero Umiliani,
One Last Wish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cameo,
Procol Harum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Althea and Donna,
Soul Sonic Force,
Average White Band,
Marmalade,
Sarah Menescal,
Albert Ayler,
Public Enemy,
Technova,
The Martian,
Marc Almond,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
Rufus Thomas,
Eurythmics,
Bronski Beat,
The Dirtbombs,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang of Four,
Nirvana,
The Searchers,
Half Japanese,
Unrelated Segments,
Model 500,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neu!,
The Modern Lovers,
Basic Channel,
Arthur Verocai,
Toni Rubio,
Smog,
Al Stewart,
The Knickerbockers,
Kaleidoscope,
Cheater Slicks,
The Durutti Column,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Warren Ellis,
The Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
the Normal,
The Trojans,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.