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 Finland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Jeff Lynne to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers,
Scientists,
The Velvet Underground,
T.S.O.L.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grauzone,
Robert Hood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Laurel Aitken,
Talk Talk,
Moby Grape,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monolake,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vainqueur,
Model 500,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gories,
Sex Pistols,
DNA,
Lou Reed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Smog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Patti Smith,
The Standells,
Davy DMX,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Görl,
Stockholm Monsters,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Style,
The Birthday Party,
The Fuzztones,
The Grass Roots,
The Vogues,
Joe Smooth,
The Kinks,
The Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
Alton Ellis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Sparks,
Johnny Clarke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dead Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Josef K,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mantronix,
Carl Craig,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Cell,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.