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 Zambia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joey Negro to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Harry Pussy,
The Cramps,
Grauzone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fatback Band,
Rufus Thomas,
The Victims,
June of 44,
Matthew Halsall,
Supertramp,
Wasted Youth,
H. Thieme,
Kenny Larkin,
New Order,
John Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
Thompson Twins,
Duran Duran,
Glambeats Corp.,
MC5,
Fela Kuti,
Yazoo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronan,
A Certain Ratio,
Danielle Patucci,
Bluetip,
Camberwell Now,
The United States of America,
Nick Fraelich,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heaven 17,
Essential Logic,
Pere Ubu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June Days,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Rundgren,
Schoolly D,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Green,
EPMD,
The Zeros,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sight & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mandrill,
Lakeside,
Mars,
The Index,
Jawbox,
The Walker Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Cluster,
Trumans Water,
The Residents,
Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.