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 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Inner City to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
The Monks,
Ponytail,
Michelle Simonal,
Faust,
Newcleus,
Bill Near,
The Pretty Things,
Chrome,
Funkadelic,
Isaac Hayes,
Q65,
Inner City,
Television Personalities,
The Searchers,
Duran Duran,
Marmalade,
Chris Corsano,
Bauhaus,
Graham Central Station,
Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Connie Case,
Oneida,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Knickerbockers,
the Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Fluxion,
Todd Rundgren,
Second Layer,
The Offenders,
UT,
Scratch Acid,
James White and The Blacks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Shoche,
Con Funk Shun,
The Saints,
Radio Birdman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Finger,
Tim Buckley,
Camouflage,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grauzone,
Quantec,
Rosa Yemen,
Boredoms,
The Skatalites,
Smog,
Y Pants,
Schoolly D,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q and Not U,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.