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 Macedonia and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Pagans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Ponytail,
June Days,
New Order,
Groovy Waters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Arthur Verocai,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers,
L. Decosne,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
Fad Gadget,
The Young Rascals,
Bang On A Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Patti Smith,
The Moody Blues,
The Vogues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Hill,
The Move,
Infiniti,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Simply Red,
Severed Heads,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quadrant,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gabor Szabo,
John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
Lower 48,
Kas Product,
Maleditus Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
48th St. Collective,
Loose Ends,
Pussy Galore,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sparks,
Gang Green,
Deakin,
The Mummies,
Kurtis Blow,
Sex Pistols,
the Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.