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 Antigua and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Terrestrial Tones to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The American Breed,
Harmonia,
Dave Gahan,
Q and Not U,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hot Snakes,
Oneida,
X-102,
The Move,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monochrome Set,
Nirvana,
Jacques Brel,
Parry Music,
The Star Department,
Ralphi Rosario,
Interpol,
the Association,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Porter Ricks,
Crime,
Infiniti,
Main Source,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Dolphy,
The Velvet Underground,
Pierre Henry,
the Human League,
Urselle,
Moebius,
The Grass Roots,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Görl,
Aural Exciters,
Howard Jones,
Josef K,
Bobby Byrd,
The Human League,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Sherman,
The Vogues,
The Stooges,
The Index,
Fela Kuti,
Country Teasers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vladislav Delay,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
a-ha,
New York Dolls,
Black Bananas,
Albert Ayler,
FM Einheit,
The Zeros,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.