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 Serbia and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Silicon Teens to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Carl Craig,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Golliwogs,
The New Christs,
Technova,
Todd Rundgren,
K-Klass,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kas Product,
Joyce Sims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lungfish,
Minor Threat,
Godley & Creme,
John Lydon,
Theoretical Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nico,
One Last Wish,
Supertramp,
Urselle,
Bauhaus,
Can,
Ice-T,
Wolf Eyes,
Pole,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül II,
B.T. Express,
Severed Heads,
Talk Talk,
Darondo,
The Remains,
Metal Thangz,
World's Most,
Public Enemy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slave,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Parrish,
Fear,
A Certain Ratio,
The Names,
Ultravox,
Grey Daturas,
Quadrant,
Eli Mardock,
Sister Nancy,
Pylon,
The Mojo Men,
Vainqueur,
Make Up,
Young Marble Giants,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.