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 Sudan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Michael McDonald 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the disco 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Ronan,
Masters at Work,
Cal Tjader,
The Tremeloes,
Letta Mbulu,
In Retrospect,
Alison Limerick,
The Barracudas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Essential Logic,
Bluetip,
The Evens,
Colin Newman,
Mad Mike,
Neu!,
Desert Stars,
Lower 48,
This Heat,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Move,
The Shadows of Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doors,
Outsiders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed,
Wolf Eyes,
Metal Thangz,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxy Music,
Massinfluence,
A Certain Ratio,
Marshall Jefferson,
FM Einheit,
UT,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Second Layer,
The Real Kids,
Ituana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Malaria!,
Q65,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minny Pops,
Television Personalities,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yellowson,
Freddie Wadling,
Negative Approach,
Spoonie Gee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wasted Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funkadelic,
The Selecter,
Jawbox,
The Fortunes,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.