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 Ireland and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Gerry Rafferty to the punk 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
MDC,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Tremeloes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Litter,
Quadrant,
The Gories,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dave Gahan,
Pierre Henry,
Sam Rivers,
Chris Corsano,
Hoover,
The Human League,
Fat Boys,
The Fugs,
Freddie Wadling,
Marine Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra,
New Order,
Tres Demented,
Audionom,
Minnie Riperton,
Stiv Bators,
Hashim,
Hasil Adkins,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Certain Ratio,
Gong,
Masters at Work,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amazonics,
Wire,
Toni Rubio,
The Music Machine,
Loose Ends,
Lakeside,
Eli Mardock,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Womack,
EPMD,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arthur Verocai,
OOIOO,
Neil Young,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül,
The Star Department,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Almond,
D'Angelo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.