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 France and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Metal Thangz to the punk 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers,
DNA,
Nick Fraelich,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Stooges,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy Collins,
Yusef Lateef,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
H. Thieme,
Fela Kuti,
The Move,
China Crisis,
Minor Threat,
Jawbox,
Procol Harum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donny Hathaway,
MC5,
Main Source,
David Axelrod,
Tim Buckley,
Oneida,
Siglo XX,
Au Pairs,
Underground Resistance,
Susan Cadogan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultravox,
Lee Hazlewood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jandek,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heaven 17,
Surgeon,
Rufus Thomas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül II,
The Residents,
Robert Hood,
Deadbeat,
Joy Division,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
a-ha,
Outsiders,
The Fuzztones,
Glenn Branca,
Freddie Wadling,
Youth Brigade,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalann,
Minny Pops,
Dave Gahan,
The United States of America,
Von Mondo,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.