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 Ivory Coast and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sister Nancy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Main Source,
Jeru the Damaja,
Underground Resistance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barry Ungar,
the Association,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Saints,
Model 500,
The Litter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Prince Buster,
Pulsallama,
The Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
Sister Nancy,
Guru Guru,
Sun City Girls,
FM Einheit,
MDC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxette,
The Dave Clark Five,
Godley & Creme,
Eddi Front,
Agitation Free,
MC5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Lydon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang of Four,
Jacob Miller,
Popol Vuh,
Tres Demented,
Kayak,
The Slackers,
The Happenings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Howard Jones,
the Germs,
The Five Americans,
Marvin Gaye,
Suburban Knight,
Massinfluence,
David Axelrod,
The Residents,
New Order,
Slick Rick,
The Buckinghams,
Ultravox,
Technova,
The Evens,
Bluetip,
Lucky Dragons,
Buzzcocks,
Blancmange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.