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 Gabon and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Throbbing Gristle 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Banda Bassotti,
X-101,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drexciya,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bad Manners,
Donald Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Blues Magoos,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joensuu 1685,
Howard Jones,
The Dead C,
CMW,
Derrick Morgan,
The Seeds,
Icehouse,
June of 44,
Brothers Johnson,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Lynne,
Darondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Urselle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June Days,
Piero Umiliani,
Slick Rick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Durutti Column,
Zapp,
Althea and Donna,
Ohio Players,
Bizarre Inc.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Iggy Pop,
Circle Jerks,
Ponytail,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moebius,
Von Mondo,
Yellowson,
Liliput,
AZ,
The Cure,
T.S.O.L.,
Essential Logic,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Golliwogs,
New Order,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.