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 Laos and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Barry Ungar to the disco 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario 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 dance 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
The Toasters,
Symarip,
Ronnie Foster,
John Foxx,
Moby Grape,
Monks,
Joe Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Dolphy,
The Victims,
Urselle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glenn Branca,
Wasted Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Talk Talk,
Joy Division,
Brass Construction,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Iggy Pop,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swans,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Silicon Teens,
Pere Ubu,
World's Most,
James White and The Blacks,
Kurtis Blow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aaron Thompson,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liliput,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Pretty Things,
Stetsasonic,
Gichy Dan,
KRS-One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-101,
Rekid,
Tres Demented,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris & Cosey,
The Seeds,
The Associates,
The Knickerbockers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moleskins,
Agent Orange,
Livin' Joy,
John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers,
Kas Product,
Skaos,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.