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 San Marino and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Lungfish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Skarface,
K-Klass,
David McCallum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visage,
Massinfluence,
Warren Ellis,
Audionom,
Lalann,
Drexciya,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tears for Fears,
ABBA,
Deakin,
Hardrive,
Angry Samoans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Main Source,
Kaleidoscope,
Faust,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hot Snakes,
Accadde A,
Marshall Jefferson,
Section 25,
H. Thieme,
Jawbox,
Eurythmics,
The Cramps,
Radio Birdman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MC5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ohio Players,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funkadelic,
Pantaleimon,
These Immortal Souls,
Procol Harum,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smoke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vladislav Delay,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Piero Umiliani,
T.S.O.L.,
Deepchord,
KRS-One,
Aswad,
Rosa Yemen,
Subhumans,
Sam Rivers,
The Happenings,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.