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 Uganda and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Maurizio to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Massinfluence,
The Victims,
Deepchord,
Marmalade,
E-Dancer,
Ohio Players,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mummies,
Angry Samoans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Index,
Intrusion,
Ituana,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
The Kinks,
Lungfish,
Neil Young,
Sugar Minott,
ABC,
the Bar-Kays,
Magazine,
Dead Boys,
Gang Green,
Parry Music,
Harry Pussy,
CMW,
Curtis Mayfield,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Human League,
Charles Mingus,
Shuggie Otis,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Moon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dawn Penn,
Pierre Henry,
The Busters,
Sun Ra,
Agent Orange,
Unwound,
Yazoo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blues Magoos,
Guru Guru,
Hoover,
Josef K,
Drexciya,
The Gories,
Theoretical Girls,
World's Most,
The Pop Group,
Wasted Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.