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 Israel and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Surgeon 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster 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?
Matthew Bourne,
Tubeway Army,
Rotary Connection,
Steve Hackett,
Royal Trux,
The Cramps,
Grey Daturas,
T. Rex,
Juan Atkins,
Can,
Unrelated Segments,
Ornette Coleman,
Q and Not U,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Parrish,
The Move,
Unwound,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Sneak,
In Retrospect,
Deepchord,
Derrick May,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nik Kershaw,
New Order,
The Tremeloes,
Al Stewart,
Basic Channel,
Siglo XX,
the Bar-Kays,
The Music Machine,
The Gladiators,
Lebanon Hanover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pere Ubu,
ABC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
AZ,
Zapp,
Brass Construction,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Style,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Guru Guru,
Franke,
The Stooges,
Althea and Donna,
Kevin Saunderson,
Altered Images,
Slick Rick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.