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 Kuwait 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Gong,
Shoche,
The Standells,
Von Mondo,
Eddi Front,
Television,
The Sisters of Mercy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rites of Spring,
Cecil Taylor,
The Beau Brummels,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Main Source,
Panda Bear,
The Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Pierre Henry,
The Cramps,
Susan Cadogan,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul Sonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
Skaos,
Lebanon Hanover,
Piero Umiliani,
Skarface,
Inner City,
David McCallum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nils Olav,
The Vogues,
Theoretical Girls,
Quadrant,
Ten City,
Porter Ricks,
The Index,
T. Rex,
The Gories,
ABC,
The Mummies,
The Fugs,
Gang Starr,
Jacob Miller,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moody Blues,
Wire,
Scan 7,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lee Hazlewood,
Symarip,
Jandek,
Junior Murvin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kaleidoscope,
Alphaville,
Alison Limerick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.