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 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Roger Hodgson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
New Order,
Lungfish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed,
The Walker Brothers,
Sandy B,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Patti Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül II,
John Holt,
Ronan,
Rufus Thomas,
Mr. Review,
The Knickerbockers,
Hardrive,
Pole,
The Evens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jandek,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pop Group,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
Y Pants,
The Names,
The Standells,
June of 44,
AZ,
Judy Mowatt,
Yaz,
Marine Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Hot Snakes,
Carl Craig,
John Lydon,
Michelle Simonal,
Ornette Coleman,
D'Angelo,
The Divine Comedy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
FM Einheit,
New York Dolls,
The Martian,
the Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harmonia,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lightning Bolt,
Johnny Clarke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-101,
Pierre Henry,
Q65,
Lou Christie,
Gong,
Oblivians,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.