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 Nigeria and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 Aaron Thompson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Lucky Dragons,
The Martian,
The Names,
The Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
The Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The American Breed,
Fear,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Leaves,
Joy Division,
Essential Logic,
Mandrill,
Joe Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
Sarah Menescal,
The Angels of Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Silicon Teens,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Litter,
Pantytec,
Flipper,
The Birthday Party,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tom Boy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Residents,
The Techniques,
Tim Buckley,
Goldenarms,
Grey Daturas,
In Retrospect,
The Beau Brummels,
Audionom,
Marc Almond,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DNA,
OOIOO,
Procol Harum,
The Music Machine,
Bill Wells,
The Blackbyrds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lakeside,
The J.B.'s,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Accadde A,
Kayak,
The Zeros,
Nils Olav,
Gichy Dan,
The Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.