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 Singapore and from London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Country Teasers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Babytalk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masters at Work,
The Mummies,
Chris & Cosey,
Smog,
MDC,
Dawn Penn,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Second Layer,
Bobby Sherman,
Fear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rites of Spring,
Q and Not U,
The Leaves,
Siglo XX,
The Grass Roots,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Angels of Light,
Whodini,
Mark Hollis,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Copeland,
Niagra,
Stetsasonic,
The Modern Lovers,
David McCallum,
Grey Daturas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Evens,
The Gun Club,
Gabor Szabo,
Wire,
Tim Buckley,
Skarface,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Tremeloes,
Main Source,
Avey Tare,
the Slits,
Neu!,
Isaac Hayes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Knickerbockers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Archie Shepp,
Deepchord,
Gong,
Accadde A,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boredoms,
Joe Finger,
Gichy Dan,
Motorama,
Eric B and Rakim,
Half Japanese,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultravox,
Television,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.