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 Namibia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Roger Hodgson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
Dawn Penn,
Qualms,
Echospace,
Half Japanese,
Prince Buster,
This Heat,
Scientists,
Con Funk Shun,
Harry Pussy,
John Lydon,
FM Einheit,
Godley & Creme,
The Mummies,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Hill,
Connie Case,
Aaron Thompson,
Section 25,
Rosa Yemen,
Scrapy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suburban Knight,
Underground Resistance,
Tim Buckley,
Crash Course in Science,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
John Holt,
Audionom,
Henry Cow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Tremeloes,
Scion,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mojo Men,
Duran Duran,
the Germs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
Black Bananas,
Icehouse,
Bad Manners,
Alphaville,
Aloha Tigers,
Guru Guru,
Gong,
Yusef Lateef,
Sparks,
Bauhaus,
The Blues Magoos,
A Certain Ratio,
Sixth Finger,
Aural Exciters,
E-Dancer,
the Sonics,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Byrd,
Little Man,
Rotary Connection,
Hardrive,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.