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 Armenia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Rosa Yemen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 United States of America,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Massinfluence,
Maurizio,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Fraelich,
Organ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sound Behaviour,
John Foxx,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
FM Einheit,
cv313,
Robert Görl,
The Fortunes,
DJ Style,
Boz Scaggs,
Scion,
Thee Headcoats,
Cheater Slicks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Velvet Underground,
Bad Manners,
Supertramp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Severed Heads,
Yaz,
Sugar Minott,
A Certain Ratio,
the Bar-Kays,
One Last Wish,
Camberwell Now,
The Music Machine,
Pagans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faraquet,
The Count Five,
Talk Talk,
Porter Ricks,
The Trojans,
The Invisible,
Fela Kuti,
Lower 48,
Mission of Burma,
MC5,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
Soulsonic Force,
China Crisis,
Gang Green,
DNA,
The Zeros,
Henry Cow,
Aloha Tigers,
Pulsallama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.