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 Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Saccharine Trust to the grime 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Zeros,
The Associates,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erykah Badu,
Audionom,
Mars,
The Velvet Underground,
Grauzone,
Quando Quango,
H. Thieme,
Peter and Kerry,
The Victims,
Pantytec,
Camouflage,
Agent Orange,
Rotary Connection,
The United States of America,
New Age Steppers,
the Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
Grey Daturas,
The Mojo Men,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scientists,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris Corsano,
The Tremeloes,
The Moody Blues,
Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick May,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris & Cosey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blossom Toes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Royal Trux,
Dead Boys,
Roxy Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
D'Angelo,
Eric Copeland,
Cal Tjader,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed,
Half Japanese,
Derrick Morgan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Foxx,
Goldenarms,
John Lydon,
Godley & Creme,
The Mummies,
the Normal,
R.M.O.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.