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 Monaco and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Fuzztones to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Parry Music,
Cameo,
Maurizio,
Anthony Braxton,
Dawn Penn,
The Velvet Underground,
Vladislav Delay,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
X-102,
F. McDonald,
Adolescents,
Oblivians,
Kenny Larkin,
John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mandrill,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythm & Sound,
AZ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick May,
Youth Brigade,
Laurel Aitken,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxette,
Excepter,
B.T. Express,
Erykah Badu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Almond,
Minutemen,
Unwound,
Easy Going,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Sneak,
The Dirtbombs,
Rites of Spring,
Skarface,
Crash Course in Science,
The Black Dice,
China Crisis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gun Club,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Style,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Wells,
Quadrant,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultra Naté,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.