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 Costa Rica and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Drexciya to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Bad Manners,
Ultravox,
Gong,
The Techniques,
Throbbing Gristle,
MDC,
Albert Ayler,
Spoonie Gee,
Terry Callier,
Depeche Mode,
Minor Threat,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang On A Can,
The Skatalites,
Index,
The Dead C,
Colin Newman,
Second Layer,
Talk Talk,
The Blues Magoos,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra,
Animal Collective,
Soul II Soul,
New Order,
Joyce Sims,
Magazine,
Kenny Larkin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Cal Tjader,
Suicide,
Man Parrish,
Liliput,
In Retrospect,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gladiators,
The Happenings,
Reagan Youth,
Nirvana,
Neil Young,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABBA,
Moby Grape,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Stiv Bators,
Junior Murvin,
Sex Pistols,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
Whodini,
Country Teasers,
Juan Atkins,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thompson Twins,
The Misunderstood,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.