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 Equatorial Guinea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 David Bowie 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the rock 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Cale,
Sällskapet,
The Star Department,
The Trojans,
Sandy B,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Intrusion,
Lou Christie,
Gastr Del Sol,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pole,
Thompson Twins,
Nico,
Minnie Riperton,
The Skatalites,
The Busters,
Parry Music,
Gang of Four,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy Collins,
Deepchord,
Peter & Gordon,
Pylon,
Rekid,
Wire,
John Foxx,
Sonic Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Laurel Aitken,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Litter,
Outsiders,
The Blackbyrds,
Max Romeo,
Television,
Blake Baxter,
Toni Rubio,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Black Dice,
Oneida,
Traffic Nightmare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
PIL,
Con Funk Shun,
Harpers Bizarre,
Popol Vuh,
Second Layer,
The Techniques,
the Fania All-Stars,
Whodini,
Cecil Taylor,
Ludus,
The Fugs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Albert Ayler,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.