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 Belarus and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Deepchord to the grunge 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Funkadelic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brick,
Thompson Twins,
Gichy Dan,
Newcleus,
Brothers Johnson,
The Red Krayola,
Banda Bassotti,
Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
John Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sex Pistols,
Erykah Badu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grey Daturas,
Slave,
The Doors,
The Knickerbockers,
Alison Limerick,
The Real Kids,
The Evens,
Harmonia,
A Certain Ratio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Starr,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marmalade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Christie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Litter,
Albert Ayler,
FM Einheit,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Juan Atkins,
Wasted Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Görl,
Soulsonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
Kayak,
Scratch Acid,
Pantaleimon,
Guru Guru,
Tommy Roe,
Dual Sessions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Bourne,
Masters at Work,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Circle Jerks,
Nico,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Von Mondo,
Barbara Tucker,
The Toasters,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.