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 Liberia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 The Moody Blues to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
E-Dancer,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Essential Logic,
Subhumans,
The Blackbyrds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warren Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
Yaz,
MC5,
Bad Manners,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cluster,
Half Japanese,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
a-ha,
Sparks,
The Music Machine,
Infiniti,
Zero Boys,
Fugazi,
the Bar-Kays,
Iggy Pop,
Glambeats Corp.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tubeway Army,
Don Cherry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Niagra,
Negative Approach,
Faraquet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television Personalities,
Schoolly D,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Christie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alice Coltrane,
Section 25,
Siglo XX,
Mandrill,
Dead Boys,
Nirvana,
Moby Grape,
Dark Day,
Vainqueur,
Kayak,
Youth Brigade,
Sight & Sound,
Marine Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gap Band,
The Buckinghams,
The Fuzztones,
Isaac Hayes,
Desert Stars,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.