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 Senegal 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rock 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Leonard Cohen,
the Normal,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Christie,
Carl Craig,
Newcleus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxy Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pylon,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Womack,
Juan Atkins,
The Dirtbombs,
The Toasters,
Wasted Youth,
Ultravox,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Panda Bear,
Rapeman,
Technova,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yellowson,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moody Blues,
The Saints,
Grey Daturas,
Stetsasonic,
Chris & Cosey,
Essential Logic,
Nik Kershaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
In Retrospect,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Görl,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radio Birdman,
The Barracudas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Pus,
The Birthday Party,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cowsills,
Sonic Youth,
Lyres,
Idris Muhammad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
B.T. Express,
The Associates,
Lalo Schifrin,
Second Layer,
Clear Light,
Reuben Wilson,
The Durutti Column,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warren Ellis,
Public Enemy,
Bronski Beat,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.