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 Croatia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dawn Penn to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heaven 17,
OOIOO,
Soft Machine,
Fad Gadget,
the Bar-Kays,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Tremeloes,
Sarah Menescal,
The Knickerbockers,
John Lydon,
The Blues Magoos,
Mission of Burma,
Alison Limerick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arab on Radar,
The Smoke,
Motorama,
Crash Course in Science,
Television Personalities,
Boz Scaggs,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moby Grape,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Enemy,
The Motions,
The Seeds,
Yaz,
Reuben Wilson,
Soulsonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Whodini,
Half Japanese,
Harmonia,
Simply Red,
Derrick May,
Patti Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Brick,
Freddie Wadling,
U.S. Maple,
Hasil Adkins,
The Standells,
Fear,
The Birthday Party,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Hood,
The Stooges,
Negative Approach,
Black Sheep,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Happenings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slick Rick,
The Music Machine,
One Last Wish,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.