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 Luxembourg and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Angry Samoans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
The Vogues,
Gabor Szabo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sixth Finger,
Agent Orange,
Urselle,
The Zeros,
8 Eyed Spy,
Royal Trux,
The Fall,
Letta Mbulu,
Duran Duran,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nirvana,
Sam Rivers,
Glenn Branca,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echospace,
ABC,
The Count Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Moon,
Wolf Eyes,
cv313,
Little Man,
Boz Scaggs,
Masters at Work,
Grey Daturas,
Gong,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nico,
Moby Grape,
Technova,
Crash Course in Science,
June Days,
Kurtis Blow,
The Happenings,
Ornette Coleman,
Sällskapet,
The Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
Fad Gadget,
Radiohead,
Radio Birdman,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bronski Beat,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Stooges,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gun Club,
Colin Newman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shuggie Otis,
MC5,
Soft Cell,
The Busters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.