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 Turkmenistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Roger Hodgson to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Groovy Waters,
Franke,
Pere Ubu,
The J.B.'s,
Cameo,
Radiohead,
Ralphi Rosario,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shoche,
Country Teasers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slave,
Von Mondo,
Scratch Acid,
Gabor Szabo,
Sixth Finger,
Warsaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker,
Yazoo,
Chrome,
The Gap Band,
UT,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camouflage,
Isaac Hayes,
Amazonics,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Metal Thangz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rekid,
Supertramp,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pretty Things,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Style,
Bootsy Collins,
FM Einheit,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fuzztones,
Average White Band,
Skriet,
K-Klass,
Minutemen,
The Gories,
Scientists,
Audionom,
Tears for Fears,
The Golliwogs,
Harmonia,
Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
World's Most,
Howard Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Music Machine,
The Names,
Au Pairs,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.