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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Los Fastidios to the punk 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Fugazi,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sandy B,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Loose Ends,
Fat Boys,
Man Parrish,
Severed Heads,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
AZ,
Gong,
Audionom,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boredoms,
Lindisfarne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Franke,
Quadrant,
Sixth Finger,
Brass Construction,
Warren Ellis,
Negative Approach,
Liliput,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rekid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Busters,
Pulsallama,
Dave Gahan,
Crime,
The Gun Club,
Altered Images,
The Golliwogs,
Agitation Free,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker,
Livin' Joy,
Ossler,
Cameo,
Qualms,
Blancmange,
Kerri Chandler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aswad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris Corsano,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moby Grape,
The Shadows of Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
The Neon Judgement,
The Angels of Light,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.