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 Comoros and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flesh Eaters 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Lightning Bolt,
Skriet,
Minor Threat,
Clear Light,
Erasure,
Essential Logic,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Dolphy,
June of 44,
The Trojans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
the Slits,
Fear,
Thompson Twins,
Depeche Mode,
The Index,
Marine Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Procol Harum,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Guru Guru,
Grauzone,
Yellowson,
Talk Talk,
Danielle Patucci,
Animal Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
ABC,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Near,
Hasil Adkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Association,
Little Man,
Warren Ellis,
Marmalade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-102,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tres Demented,
The Slits,
Second Layer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Pus,
Boredoms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ludus,
Malaria!,
The Doors,
Adolescents,
Massinfluence,
Black Flag,
Sandy B,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
MC5,
Japan,
Laurel Aitken,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.