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 Denmark and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gladiators to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
the Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Grauzone,
Intrusion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Al Stewart,
10cc,
Parry Music,
Bang On A Can,
The Slackers,
Iggy Pop,
The Martian,
The Stooges,
Bad Manners,
Lower 48,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fluxion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alphaville,
Eden Ahbez,
Neu!,
Junior Murvin,
The Gun Club,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deepchord,
The Residents,
MC5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Wake,
John Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
Harmonia,
The Monochrome Set,
Amazonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shoche,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moleskins,
New Age Steppers,
New York Dolls,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Victims,
Colin Newman,
Fela Kuti,
The Evens,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash,
a-ha,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cecil Taylor,
Livin' Joy,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.