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 Cambodia and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Rotary Connection to the punk 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Cluster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slackers,
Grauzone,
Hashim,
Black Flag,
F. McDonald,
Mad Mike,
Skarface,
Josef K,
The Associates,
Supertramp,
Model 500,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Association,
Morten Harket,
Max Romeo,
Charles Mingus,
K-Klass,
The Gladiators,
Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
Deadbeat,
Franke,
The Cure,
The Gun Club,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Motions,
Marmalade,
Kenny Larkin,
ABC,
Shuggie Otis,
Pulsallama,
Agitation Free,
Negative Approach,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lucky Dragons,
Lakeside,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Germs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skriet,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ohio Players,
The Moleskins,
The Standells,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ituana,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.