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 Mozambique and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 UT to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Human League,
Blake Baxter,
Stereo Dub,
H. Thieme,
Babytalk,
Heaven 17,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter & Gordon,
Fluxion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camouflage,
Black Flag,
Ponytail,
Nirvana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Count Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
Hasil Adkins,
Idris Muhammad,
This Heat,
Soft Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Television,
Intrusion,
Drexciya,
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bluetip,
Deakin,
Kas Product,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül,
The Offenders,
Joe Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
Deepchord,
Fugazi,
The Cramps,
X-101,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monolake,
Panda Bear,
Pole,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Buckinghams,
Excepter,
Carl Craig,
Girls At Our Best!,
L. Decosne,
Scion,
Eddi Front,
Nico,
Pagans,
Lou Reed,
Depeche Mode,
Grauzone,
Von Mondo,
Maleditus Sound,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.