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 South Africa and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Crime to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris Corsano,
Gong,
Royal Trux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chrome,
Pussy Galore,
The Real Kids,
Babytalk,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Barracudas,
Yellowson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moebius,
The Birthday Party,
Agitation Free,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Los Fastidios,
The Durutti Column,
the Bar-Kays,
The Selecter,
Juan Atkins,
Minny Pops,
Joe Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
the Human League,
Interpol,
Carl Craig,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Camouflage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Names,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Count Five,
Television Personalities,
LL Cool J,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Byrd,
OOIOO,
Pole,
Crime,
The Toasters,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Franke,
Isaac Hayes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Stooges,
The Standells,
Panda Bear,
The Index,
Lakeside,
Oneida,
Suburban Knight,
Stetsasonic,
Kas Product,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.