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 Hungary and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Henry Cow to the electroclash 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Lightning Bolt,
The Kinks,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Five Americans,
Quantec,
The Index,
The Velvet Underground,
F. McDonald,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Underground Resistance,
B.T. Express,
Bill Near,
Maleditus Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Neu!,
Eden Ahbez,
Rosa Yemen,
Mr. Review,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Enemy,
Roger Hodgson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacques Brel,
Peter and Kerry,
Sound Behaviour,
Archie Shepp,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-102,
Stiv Bators,
KRS-One,
Yellowson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Section 25,
The Searchers,
Todd Rundgren,
La Düsseldorf,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Popol Vuh,
The Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quando Quango,
Khruangbin,
Duran Duran,
Joe Smooth,
Arcadia,
Warren Ellis,
The Doors,
Pierre Henry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ludus,
The Seeds,
The Star Department,
Charles Mingus,
Steve Hackett,
Yaz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slave,
cv313,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.