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 Korea South and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 The Smoke to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Surgeon,
Crooked Eye,
Sparks,
Sonic Youth,
Fugazi,
Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Skatalites,
Albert Ayler,
The Gladiators,
AZ,
Funkadelic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Don Cherry,
Camberwell Now,
Ohio Players,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
Skaos,
Wire,
Rufus Thomas,
Howard Jones,
Easy Going,
Ultimate Spinach,
Make Up,
The Alarm Clocks,
Can,
Bobby Byrd,
The Barracudas,
Blancmange,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pop Group,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sällskapet,
The Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
The Martian,
Heaven 17,
The Beau Brummels,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alice Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tim Buckley,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Buckinghams,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bauhaus,
Funky Four + One,
Donald Byrd,
Franke,
Procol Harum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
Suburban Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
Supertramp,
Pere Ubu,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.