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 Niger and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the techno 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Fat Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Niagra,
Mantronix,
Spoonie Gee,
JFA,
Sparks,
Liliput,
Graham Central Station,
the Fania All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Sight & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Christie,
The Techniques,
Supertramp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scratch Acid,
Soul II Soul,
Ice-T,
New Age Steppers,
10cc,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
Peter & Gordon,
Suicide,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Machine,
Oblivians,
Circle Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
Aaron Thompson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shoche,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television Personalities,
The Gun Club,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gap Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Pere Ubu,
Depeche Mode,
Kerri Chandler,
Tres Demented,
EPMD,
Amazonics,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soulsonic Force,
The Last Poets,
The Barracudas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Inner City,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.