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 Armenia and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Music Machine to the techno 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Tremeloes,
Wire,
China Crisis,
The Searchers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Axelrod,
Lower 48,
Wolf Eyes,
PIL,
Leonard Cohen,
Desert Stars,
Carl Craig,
Cluster,
CMW,
Sällskapet,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Wyatt,
Swans,
The New Christs,
The Busters,
The Skatalites,
Chris Corsano,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Animal Collective,
Quando Quango,
One Last Wish,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Leaves,
Rufus Thomas,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fuzztones,
Mandrill,
Inner City,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Christie,
Ten City,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deakin,
Fat Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Iggy Pop,
Morten Harket,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronan,
Aaron Thompson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Adolescents,
The Detroit Cobras,
Essential Logic,
Warren Ellis,
Ken Boothe,
Rites of Spring,
Hashim,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.