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 Turkmenistan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Amon Düül II to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Standells,
The Vogues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Hot Snakes,
The Doors,
Soft Machine,
Godley & Creme,
MC5,
New Age Steppers,
Joyce Sims,
Audionom,
June of 44,
David Axelrod,
Dave Gahan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Basic Channel,
The Golliwogs,
Bronski Beat,
Circle Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David McCallum,
Arab on Radar,
Chrome,
Sun City Girls,
The Pop Group,
Livin' Joy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Khruangbin,
Juan Atkins,
Rufus Thomas,
Tim Buckley,
Rotary Connection,
Ituana,
Scrapy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Freddie Wadling,
Inner City,
Maurizio,
Colin Newman,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mission of Burma,
Mandrill,
Alison Limerick,
Cal Tjader,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Residents,
Spandau Ballet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.