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 Macedonia and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Moby Grape to the techno 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Dawn Penn,
Brass Construction,
Scan 7,
Bang On A Can,
Silicon Teens,
The Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül,
Jandek,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
R.M.O.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
ABBA,
Outsiders,
Tom Boy,
Clear Light,
The Young Rascals,
Stiv Bators,
The Invisible,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harmonia,
Ohio Players,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Bowie,
Mission of Burma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Christie,
June of 44,
Scott Walker,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Order,
Technova,
Massinfluence,
The Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
Minutemen,
Lucky Dragons,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hot Snakes,
The Real Kids,
Alton Ellis,
Fear,
UT,
The Pop Group,
Magazine,
Black Bananas,
Amazonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q and Not U,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.