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 Mexico and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Kinks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moby Grape,
The Associates,
Camouflage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris & Cosey,
Sister Nancy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
Laurel Aitken,
This Heat,
The Martian,
the Soft Cell,
Shoche,
Nils Olav,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül II,
Khruangbin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eddi Front,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Gang Green,
Connie Case,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pole,
Bad Manners,
The Searchers,
Patti Smith,
Can,
Eric Copeland,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Porter Ricks,
The Stooges,
Mandrill,
Hardrive,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
Pantaleimon,
Yaz,
Dawn Penn,
Television,
The Real Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
The American Breed,
Scientists,
Scrapy,
Colin Newman,
David Axelrod,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Newcleus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Halsall,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.