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 Azerbaijan and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Q and Not U to the dance 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Agent Orange,
Ten City,
The Associates,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gories,
Saccharine Trust,
Suburban Knight,
Royal Trux,
Wings,
Ludus,
The Red Krayola,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Neon Judgement,
Hot Snakes,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Porter Ricks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shoche,
Tim Buckley,
This Heat,
The Dead C,
Television Personalities,
China Crisis,
Minutemen,
Tubeway Army,
U.S. Maple,
Moebius,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flipper,
Ultra Naté,
Dorothy Ashby,
Theoretical Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Iggy Pop,
The Buckinghams,
Rod Modell,
Joe Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
D'Angelo,
Gabor Szabo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Count Five,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Mills,
Ronan,
Black Moon,
In Retrospect,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gun Club,
Echospace,
The Index,
Albert Ayler,
Max Romeo,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.