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 Luxembourg and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Kool Moe Dee to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Pet Shop Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Hardrive,
Lower 48,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dennis Brown,
The Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Standells,
The Dead C,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
kango's stein massive,
Cameo,
Bill Wells,
Susan Cadogan,
Franke,
Liliput,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June of 44,
DNA,
Procol Harum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barrington Levy,
Cybotron,
Howard Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
X-102,
Lou Reed,
The Searchers,
Lungfish,
Visage,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ken Boothe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ronnie Foster,
Radio Birdman,
The Dirtbombs,
Ten City,
Godley & Creme,
Nik Kershaw,
ABBA,
Ponytail,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül,
The Saints,
The Misunderstood,
Althea and Donna,
Byron Stingily,
Sun City Girls,
Suburban Knight,
UT,
Sparks,
Crooked Eye,
Make Up,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.