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 Macedonia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Simply Red to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Basic Channel,
Lungfish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dual Sessions,
Talk Talk,
Main Source,
The Walker Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
The Dead C,
Tubeway Army,
Khruangbin,
Groovy Waters,
Ornette Coleman,
Cal Tjader,
Eddi Front,
Nation of Ulysses,
CMW,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash,
Trumans Water,
Japan,
The Associates,
Hashim,
The Smiths,
Harmonia,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gories,
MC5,
Pagans,
Jandek,
Masters at Work,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vainqueur,
Wings,
Malaria!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scratch Acid,
Aural Exciters,
Blake Baxter,
Nico,
Sight & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Subhumans,
The Monochrome Set,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Fraelich,
E-Dancer,
Pole,
Aaron Thompson,
Spandau Ballet,
Monolake,
Scan 7,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
Rekid,
Siglo XX,
Pierre Henry,
X-Ray Spex,
Brand Nubian,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.