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 Oman and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Deakin,
MDC,
Pylon,
the Slits,
Al Stewart,
Yazoo,
The Monks,
Nico,
Newcleus,
Sandy B,
Crash Course in Science,
Second Layer,
Boz Scaggs,
The Searchers,
The Saints,
The Names,
Rotary Connection,
Joy Division,
Rhythm & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arab on Radar,
A Certain Ratio,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare,
Excepter,
The Trojans,
Kaleidoscope,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stiv Bators,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sam Rivers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cymande,
Brass Construction,
Fad Gadget,
The New Christs,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul II Soul,
Depeche Mode,
The Selecter,
Gang Starr,
Quantec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Clear Light,
Howard Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Silicon Teens,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minny Pops,
Bauhaus,
Susan Cadogan,
Zero Boys,
T. Rex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stetsasonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.