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 Poland and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Buckinghams to the rock 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
Barrington Levy,
The Mojo Men,
Pagans,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young,
Bang On A Can,
T.S.O.L.,
Byron Stingily,
a-ha,
John Lydon,
DJ Style,
Nils Olav,
Ohio Players,
Fad Gadget,
The Pretty Things,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June Days,
The Smiths,
Camberwell Now,
The Durutti Column,
Brothers Johnson,
Suicide,
Rites of Spring,
Lakeside,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Lynne,
D'Angelo,
The Fall,
The Searchers,
Flipper,
Sarah Menescal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
Das Ding,
Max Romeo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kenny Larkin,
AZ,
Crash Course in Science,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Danielle Patucci,
Judy Mowatt,
Wally Richardson,
The Fire Engines,
Harry Pussy,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Bauhaus,
Fear,
Cecil Taylor,
John Foxx,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.