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 Italy and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 ABC to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey 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?
Sonny Sharrock,
CMW,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Index,
Crispian St. Peters,
Laurel Aitken,
Jacques Brel,
Monolake,
Wally Richardson,
Tim Buckley,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Livin' Joy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Machine,
Country Teasers,
Althea and Donna,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
10cc,
Stetsasonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lindisfarne,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultra Naté,
Lightning Bolt,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tubeway Army,
Minnie Riperton,
MC5,
Boredoms,
The Leaves,
The Blackbyrds,
The Toasters,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Misunderstood,
Pussy Galore,
Icehouse,
Freddie Wadling,
Ossler,
Bauhaus,
Sparks,
Brick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter and Kerry,
Tommy Roe,
One Last Wish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Funky Four + One,
the Germs,
Average White Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liliput,
Maurizio,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.