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 Ukraine and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radiopuhelimet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Eric Dolphy,
Ken Boothe,
Grey Daturas,
the Association,
Rosa Yemen,
Aswad,
Ten City,
Kerrie Biddell,
Patti Smith,
Symarip,
Marvin Gaye,
Interpol,
Severed Heads,
Technova,
the Normal,
Cybotron,
Moss Icon,
David McCallum,
X-102,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bronski Beat,
Maurizio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blancmange,
The Move,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Little Man,
Scratch Acid,
MC5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Foxx,
Parry Music,
Model 500,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Skatalites,
Visage,
Fat Boys,
Carl Craig,
Von Mondo,
Gang Green,
Intrusion,
Ultra Naté,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra,
Iggy Pop,
Eurythmics,
Duran Duran,
Pagans,
Saccharine Trust,
Rekid,
The Neon Judgement,
Toni Rubio,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry Gold Smith,
World's Most,
Quando Quango,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.