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 Monaco 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sister Nancy,
Suburban Knight,
Suicide,
Charles Mingus,
Second Layer,
The Fall,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terry Callier,
Brick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Althea and Donna,
Sandy B,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
Davy DMX,
Marmalade,
Los Fastidios,
Dead Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Con Funk Shun,
The Kinks,
Derrick May,
Inner City,
T.S.O.L.,
Royal Trux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Grauzone,
Saccharine Trust,
Ponytail,
The Martian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crime,
Joy Division,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oblivians,
Tom Boy,
Godley & Creme,
The Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eddi Front,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vainqueur,
the Normal,
Niagra,
Bronski Beat,
H. Thieme,
Pere Ubu,
Albert Ayler,
Soul II Soul,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minor Threat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television Personalities,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.