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 Solomon Islands and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grunge 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
CMW,
KRS-One,
The Grass Roots,
Eden Ahbez,
T. Rex,
Unwound,
Todd Terry,
Ultravox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quando Quango,
Kerri Chandler,
Ice-T,
E-Dancer,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Holt,
The Modern Lovers,
The Knickerbockers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maurizio,
Oblivians,
Suburban Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
Minny Pops,
The Moody Blues,
the Swans,
The Gap Band,
The Residents,
Mo-Dettes,
Hasil Adkins,
Harry Pussy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fugs,
Outsiders,
Lalann,
Amon Düül II,
Alton Ellis,
The Count Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Lynne,
K-Klass,
OOIOO,
Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Funky Four + One,
Magma,
Rekid,
Smog,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masters at Work,
The Doors,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Clear Light,
Aural Exciters,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.