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 Seychelles and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radiohead to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Gong,
Janne Schatter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Womack,
Newcleus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MC5,
The Buckinghams,
Susan Cadogan,
Crooked Eye,
Niagra,
Aaron Thompson,
David Axelrod,
Buzzcocks,
Quantec,
Fluxion,
Cymande,
The Human League,
Andrew Hill,
Banda Bassotti,
Yaz,
Graham Central Station,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cramps,
Lightning Bolt,
The Standells,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fugs,
Steve Hackett,
Skriet,
Hardrive,
Eddi Front,
Brothers Johnson,
Max Romeo,
The Slackers,
Brass Construction,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Halsall,
Terry Callier,
Kerrie Biddell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pole,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Remains,
PIL,
Von Mondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Outsiders,
John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
Masters at Work,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bush Tetras,
Scrapy,
Tim Buckley,
David McCallum,
Grauzone,
Rotary Connection,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.