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 Nigeria and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Maleditus Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Jeff Mills,
Mandrill,
The Associates,
Derrick Morgan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kas Product,
Sonic Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slick Rick,
The Slits,
The United States of America,
Nirvana,
Dawn Penn,
Wally Richardson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ten City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers,
Crime,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vladislav Delay,
Interpol,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül II,
The Golliwogs,
Royal Trux,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bush Tetras,
Cluster,
Bobby Womack,
The Move,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Modern Lovers,
Fad Gadget,
The J.B.'s,
Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
Juan Atkins,
Altered Images,
Au Pairs,
Pantaleimon,
Dead Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Christie,
The Seeds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxette,
Grey Daturas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Von Mondo,
Chrome,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maurizio,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.