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 Afghanistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Yazoo to the funk 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Josef K,
Camberwell Now,
Massinfluence,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fuzztones,
Panda Bear,
Terry Callier,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Depeche Mode,
Quando Quango,
Fela Kuti,
Sarah Menescal,
Nico,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Sneak,
The Dirtbombs,
JFA,
The Black Dice,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
The Dead C,
Qualms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
a-ha,
The Slackers,
The Residents,
Wally Richardson,
Little Man,
Flamin' Groovies,
David McCallum,
Unwound,
Fear,
Nik Kershaw,
Average White Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultravox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Danielle Patucci,
Outsiders,
The Golliwogs,
the Swans,
Swans,
Gang Green,
Todd Rundgren,
Heaven 17,
Pere Ubu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Subhumans,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liliput,
Accadde A,
DNA,
Oblivians,
Lee Hazlewood,
Morten Harket,
Blake Baxter,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.