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 Pakistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Can to the crunk 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
The Durutti Column,
Can,
K-Klass,
Man Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Bananas,
Tubeway Army,
Lalann,
Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young,
Bad Manners,
Freddie Wadling,
The Skatalites,
Warren Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
Lakeside,
La Düsseldorf,
Bob Dylan,
Wally Richardson,
Tom Boy,
The Angels of Light,
Monolake,
The Pretty Things,
Lyres,
John Coltrane,
Aswad,
Archie Shepp,
Ten City,
Scratch Acid,
Metal Thangz,
Yellowson,
Junior Murvin,
Tim Buckley,
Joey Negro,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mantronix,
The Dirtbombs,
Pylon,
DNA,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Flag,
The Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Marmalade,
The American Breed,
Matthew Bourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Section 25,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blancmange,
The Fortunes,
Subhumans,
Camberwell Now,
the Association,
Malaria!,
Connie Case,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.