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 Honduras and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Suburban Knight to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Yellowson,
Patti Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Monolake,
The Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
Talk Talk,
The Neon Judgement,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tubeway Army,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
Easy Going,
The Red Krayola,
Roxette,
Alphaville,
The American Breed,
Technova,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Flag,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül II,
Pantaleimon,
The Durutti Column,
Aaron Thompson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
Sarah Menescal,
the Normal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kas Product,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Association,
Lindisfarne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Human League,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aural Exciters,
Simply Red,
Amazonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Wasted Youth,
Sixth Finger,
The Kinks,
Pantytec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Urselle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Black Dice,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.