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 Rwanda and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 X-Ray Spex to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül,
The Velvet Underground,
Rod Modell,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flipper,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Near,
Eli Mardock,
Faust,
New York Dolls,
The Motions,
Tres Demented,
Masters at Work,
Au Pairs,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alphaville,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Technova,
cv313,
Average White Band,
Moby Grape,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alison Limerick,
Kayak,
Black Pus,
The Cure,
KRS-One,
The Zeros,
48th St. Collective,
Lower 48,
Brass Construction,
the Slits,
Terrestrial Tones,
This Heat,
Pere Ubu,
Popol Vuh,
Lindisfarne,
Minny Pops,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oblivians,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arthur Verocai,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quantec,
Scratch Acid,
Heaven 17,
Rekid,
The Walker Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.