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 Bolivia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Holger Czukay 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 One Last Wish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Infiniti,
Theoretical Girls,
June of 44,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
Fear,
T. Rex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Accadde A,
OOIOO,
Matthew Halsall,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fuzztones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Buckinghams,
Altered Images,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gabor Szabo,
Gong,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nico,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacob Miller,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Procol Harum,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Harry Pussy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ten City,
Index,
Roy Ayers,
the Human League,
Drexciya,
Sister Nancy,
kango's stein massive,
Ultravox,
Sex Pistols,
The Count Five,
The Raincoats,
Little Man,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Durutti Column,
Sonic Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Flag,
Tom Boy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Depeche Mode,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.