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 Chad and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Leaves to the rock 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Steve Hackett,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Litter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
World's Most,
New Order,
E-Dancer,
Brothers Johnson,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris & Cosey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerri Chandler,
Harmonia,
Adolescents,
Archie Shepp,
FM Einheit,
Shuggie Otis,
Pulsallama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Depeche Mode,
The Saints,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Clear Light,
Suicide,
Grauzone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monks,
The Durutti Column,
Inner City,
Aaron Thompson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Normal,
Tres Demented,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pretty Things,
Scion,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Grass Roots,
Yazoo,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Walker Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Blake Baxter,
Wasted Youth,
The Kinks,
David Axelrod,
Wolf Eyes,
Wings,
The Count Five,
Goldenarms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Henry Cow,
Royal Trux,
DNA,
The Pop Group,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.