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 Kazakhstan and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
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 organ 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Ludus,
The Litter,
The Human League,
Half Japanese,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vainqueur,
Magazine,
Mandrill,
The Zeros,
Audionom,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smoke,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Byrd,
X-102,
The Blues Magoos,
Ice-T,
Pierre Henry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moleskins,
La Düsseldorf,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cowsills,
The Toasters,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moody Blues,
Goldenarms,
Animal Collective,
Neu!,
Charles Mingus,
Archie Shepp,
OOIOO,
The Gories,
Rod Modell,
The Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacques Brel,
The Cure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wasted Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
MC5,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeru the Damaja,
Little Man,
Country Teasers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DNA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Moon,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.