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 Maldives and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang Starr to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Pole,
Gil Scott Heron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monochrome Set,
Smog,
Dorothy Ashby,
Basic Channel,
Slick Rick,
Sugar Minott,
Cluster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Flag,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angry Samoans,
Rod Modell,
Television Personalities,
Gichy Dan,
Pantaleimon,
Chris & Cosey,
Brass Construction,
Gang Gang Dance,
China Crisis,
Tears for Fears,
Henry Cow,
Warren Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crime,
The Fugs,
Visage,
Matthew Bourne,
the Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Zeros,
Maleditus Sound,
Hashim,
Kenny Larkin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Sheep,
FM Einheit,
Goldenarms,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bad Manners,
Radio Birdman,
Schoolly D,
Fat Boys,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry's Kids,
the Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Germs,
Suicide,
John Lydon,
Fatback Band,
Albert Ayler,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.