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 Pakistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeff Mills to the rock 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a harpsichord and a snare 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 guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Popol Vuh,
Colin Newman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
Althea and Donna,
Boredoms,
Agent Orange,
Joe Smooth,
Gong,
Eddi Front,
Stereo Dub,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
cv313,
Bobby Byrd,
Sällskapet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang of Four,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bauhaus,
Crispian St. Peters,
kango's stein massive,
Panda Bear,
The Barracudas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maurizio,
Silicon Teens,
The Mojo Men,
Symarip,
Audionom,
Dawn Penn,
Hashim,
Infiniti,
Steve Hackett,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Christie,
Piero Umiliani,
Organ,
Das Ding,
Schoolly D,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James White and The Blacks,
China Crisis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Stooges,
John Cale,
Soft Machine,
The Toasters,
The Fortunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deakin,
The Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pylon,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Görl,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.