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 Mauritania and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Spoonie Gee to the techno 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
DJ Sneak,
Kas Product,
Pole,
These Immortal Souls,
Mandrill,
Kenny Larkin,
Leonard Cohen,
The Count Five,
Newcleus,
Royal Trux,
John Holt,
Sister Nancy,
Quantec,
Todd Rundgren,
Faust,
Black Pus,
Smog,
Connie Case,
The Cramps,
Althea and Donna,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doors,
Soulsonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Trojans,
Jawbox,
Wolf Eyes,
The Star Department,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Bowie,
Tommy Roe,
The Stooges,
Angry Samoans,
Howard Jones,
Delta 5,
The Buckinghams,
Marine Girls,
Yazoo,
Black Moon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Christie,
Stetsasonic,
Fad Gadget,
The Offenders,
Soul II Soul,
Moss Icon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zapp,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Index,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Teasers,
the Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wire,
MDC,
Nico,
Graham Central Station,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.