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 Gabon and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sisters of Mercy to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donald Byrd,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Goldenarms,
Rites of Spring,
Joyce Sims,
The Standells,
cv313,
Crooked Eye,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Almond,
The Cure,
Visage,
Jeff Lynne,
U.S. Maple,
John Cale,
Sällskapet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantaleimon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Dolphy,
FM Einheit,
AZ,
Brand Nubian,
Lindisfarne,
Moebius,
Scott Walker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Interpol,
Dual Sessions,
Average White Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Grass Roots,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mojo Men,
Judy Mowatt,
Slick Rick,
Von Mondo,
In Retrospect,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The New Christs,
Zapp,
Warsaw,
Jeff Mills,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skarface,
The Blackbyrds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glambeats Corp.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grey Daturas,
The Names,
Minor Threat,
The Pop Group,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pretty Things,
Ten City,
Altered Images,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.