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 Swaziland and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 This Heat to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
T. Rex,
Absolute Body Control,
Adolescents,
Motorama,
Fad Gadget,
Pulsallama,
The Red Krayola,
Lucky Dragons,
Easy Going,
The Pretty Things,
The Gories,
Bootsy Collins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Beau Brummels,
The Offenders,
kango's stein massive,
Aaron Thompson,
Barry Ungar,
Deadbeat,
the Swans,
Index,
Tim Buckley,
Chrome,
Underground Resistance,
Boredoms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warsaw,
Andrew Hill,
Lower 48,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warren Ellis,
Babytalk,
Whodini,
the Bar-Kays,
Section 25,
Gastr Del Sol,
Goldenarms,
Tommy Roe,
Rapeman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swell Maps,
PIL,
Derrick May,
Sugar Minott,
Parry Music,
Moebius,
Glenn Branca,
The Leaves,
Hashim,
The Raincoats,
U.S. Maple,
Malaria!,
The Busters,
The Barracudas,
The Real Kids,
Procol Harum,
Von Mondo,
Pole,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.