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 Rwanda and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Style,
The Move,
Ossler,
Susan Cadogan,
Young Marble Giants,
Chrome,
Wire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Max Romeo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare,
Bronski Beat,
Harmonia,
Quadrant,
PIL,
Rapeman,
Dave Gahan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Average White Band,
Echospace,
Magma,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Albert Ayler,
The Young Rascals,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Howard Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
Nils Olav,
Laurel Aitken,
The Leaves,
Dead Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Mr. Review,
New Order,
The Dead C,
James White and The Blacks,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Livin' Joy,
B.T. Express,
New York Dolls,
The Modern Lovers,
Make Up,
Amon Düül II,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Metal Thangz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Inner City,
Flash Fearless,
Freddie Wadling,
Pagans,
Half Japanese,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gun Club,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.