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 Kyrgyzstan and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Underground Resistance to the disco 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Grey Daturas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Circle Jerks,
Television,
Icehouse,
Black Sheep,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy Collins,
CMW,
Royal Trux,
Tears for Fears,
Carl Craig,
The Neon Judgement,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
E-Dancer,
Faraquet,
Joe Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hot Snakes,
D'Angelo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ituana,
Desert Stars,
Pole,
Niagra,
Bobby Womack,
Hashim,
Echospace,
Von Mondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
New Order,
the Sonics,
Make Up,
Cluster,
X-101,
Fela Kuti,
The Durutti Column,
Gong,
Agitation Free,
Brothers Johnson,
B.T. Express,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Severed Heads,
Ronnie Foster,
Skarface,
Quadrant,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harry Pussy,
Fatback Band,
Archie Shepp,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.