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 Czech Republic and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 The Slits to the crunk 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Intrusion,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faraquet,
Robert Hood,
The J.B.'s,
Spoonie Gee,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Green,
Susan Cadogan,
Sixth Finger,
The Moody Blues,
Schoolly D,
Swell Maps,
Warsaw,
New Order,
Desert Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Monolake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
Funkadelic,
Bush Tetras,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Warren Ellis,
Fugazi,
Mo-Dettes,
Hot Snakes,
The Count Five,
Section 25,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare,
Black Bananas,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultravox,
Ultimate Spinach,
Royal Trux,
Pulsallama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bob Dylan,
MDC,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Beau Brummels,
Eurythmics,
Derrick Morgan,
Livin' Joy,
Organ,
Sällskapet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed,
Dead Boys,
the Association,
Agent Orange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Remains,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.