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 Iraq and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 The Fall to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Chris Corsano,
The J.B.'s,
Suicide,
Flash Fearless,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
H. Thieme,
Gang Green,
Qualms,
Das Ding,
Bauhaus,
Byron Stingily,
ABBA,
Stiv Bators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
UT,
Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swell Maps,
The Victims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Hill,
Lucky Dragons,
Mission of Burma,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultra Naté,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grauzone,
Clear Light,
Masters at Work,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gun Club,
The Offenders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Howard Jones,
David Bowie,
Dead Boys,
The Mummies,
B.T. Express,
The Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
L. Decosne,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Infiniti,
Warsaw,
The Count Five,
Black Flag,
Sixth Finger,
Essential Logic,
Fear,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Khruangbin,
Junior Murvin,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.