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 Togo and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Bronski Beat,
Rod Modell,
The J.B.'s,
Cluster,
Ten City,
Mo-Dettes,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ituana,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flash Fearless,
Fear,
Parry Music,
Michelle Simonal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fad Gadget,
Mantronix,
Public Image Ltd.,
DNA,
Loose Ends,
Inner City,
Popol Vuh,
Warsaw,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare,
Rufus Thomas,
Y Pants,
Black Flag,
Kerrie Biddell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Hood,
Blossom Toes,
John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television Personalities,
Negative Approach,
Tomorrow,
Organ,
Peter and Kerry,
Tears for Fears,
Warren Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Style,
Marmalade,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Zero Boys,
Livin' Joy,
John Holt,
The Knickerbockers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed,
Saccharine Trust,
Absolute Body Control,
Sparks,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.