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 Uzbekistan and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Remains,
Skarface,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gories,
The Count Five,
Sister Nancy,
The Real Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
Easy Going,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter and Kerry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Move,
MC5,
DJ Sneak,
Blancmange,
Neu!,
Pagans,
Aural Exciters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Underground Resistance,
Half Japanese,
Mo-Dettes,
The Names,
Altered Images,
Q and Not U,
Terry Callier,
Kayak,
The Stooges,
Wire,
Amon Düül,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gladiators,
Sandy B,
Barclay James Harvest,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marine Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Matthew Halsall,
B.T. Express,
CMW,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sonics,
The Kinks,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reagan Youth,
The Leaves,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Green,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.