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 Nicaragua and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Robert Palmer 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 Rekid to the rock 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Alice Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Pus,
Pantytec,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young,
Franke,
Wolf Eyes,
the Human League,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiohead,
Marcia Griffiths,
Das Ding,
Aural Exciters,
The Young Rascals,
Dennis Brown,
John Coltrane,
Scion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kas Product,
The Mojo Men,
The Index,
Flash Fearless,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flipper,
Von Mondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
The Saints,
June Days,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Hood,
Oblivians,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Smoke,
Yazoo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Remains,
Barry Ungar,
Brand Nubian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sam Rivers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jawbox,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Qualms,
Brick,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed,
Radio Birdman,
Quadrant,
The Black Dice,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.