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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Loose Ends to the crunk 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Moss Icon,
Dark Day,
R.M.O.,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pet Shop Boys,
David McCallum,
The Trojans,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Victims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Style,
kango's stein massive,
Sex Pistols,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wire,
The Real Kids,
Nas,
Anthony Braxton,
Underground Resistance,
Talk Talk,
Angry Samoans,
The Walker Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed,
Harry Pussy,
Albert Ayler,
Funky Four + One,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fortunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lalann,
Henry Cow,
Young Marble Giants,
Popol Vuh,
Rekid,
Unwound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Starr,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blues Magoos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Model 500,
Banda Bassotti,
Fugazi,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris Corsano,
Jacob Miller,
Junior Murvin,
The Move,
Robert Hood,
Roger Hodgson,
Michelle Simonal,
Icehouse,
The Monks,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.