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 Colombia and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Blossom Toes to the disco 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deakin,
Rapeman,
Tears for Fears,
Urselle,
Lungfish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Accadde A,
The Stooges,
Fear,
China Crisis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blancmange,
Lalann,
Nick Fraelich,
Nas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultra Naté,
Marvin Gaye,
Eli Mardock,
Monolake,
Tommy Roe,
The Trojans,
Television Personalities,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronan,
DJ Sneak,
Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
Warsaw,
The Saints,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Skaos,
Sam Rivers,
Goldenarms,
Unrelated Segments,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Archie Shepp,
Malaria!,
Wings,
Country Teasers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rotary Connection,
Al Stewart,
Organ,
Gerry Rafferty,
Theoretical Girls,
The Standells,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Velvet Underground,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.