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 Paris.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Mary Jane Girls to the techno 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 Names. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX 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?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultra Naté,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tres Demented,
Audionom,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Main Source,
The Dirtbombs,
Crime,
The Misunderstood,
Fad Gadget,
Graham Central Station,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minny Pops,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Tears for Fears,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moby Grape,
F. McDonald,
Deakin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Residents,
U.S. Maple,
Guru Guru,
Bob Dylan,
a-ha,
The Toasters,
Bang On A Can,
Yazoo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marine Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Sneak,
The Remains,
kango's stein massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
D'Angelo,
Fat Boys,
Crooked Eye,
UT,
Lee Hazlewood,
Section 25,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Young Rascals,
Rufus Thomas,
Young Marble Giants,
The Offenders,
Accadde A,
Eric B and Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
Angry Samoans,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.