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 Malaysia and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
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 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 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 John Lydon to the dance 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Pere Ubu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delta 5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rapeman,
Section 25,
L. Decosne,
Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
Grauzone,
Gang of Four,
Girls At Our Best!,
FM Einheit,
Rufus Thomas,
Smog,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Bourne,
Jawbox,
Wasted Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
David Axelrod,
Cluster,
Eli Mardock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Star Department,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erasure,
Aural Exciters,
Inner City,
Sun Ra,
Warren Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers,
Arthur Verocai,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Hood,
Blossom Toes,
John Foxx,
Lee Hazlewood,
Josef K,
kango's stein massive,
New York Dolls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Hill,
Monks,
Pussy Galore,
Ultravox,
the Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sound,
Television,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.