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 Benin and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Magazine to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tubeway Army,
Bizarre Inc.,
Delta 5,
The Gladiators,
Iggy Pop,
The Kinks,
Sight & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barbara Tucker,
Maleditus Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Mandrill,
The Standells,
Juan Atkins,
Tears for Fears,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Supertramp,
The Cramps,
The Real Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
The Evens,
The Mummies,
Chris Corsano,
Siglo XX,
Nico,
Marine Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radio Birdman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick Morgan,
Slave,
John Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
Yazoo,
In Retrospect,
Joe Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Green,
CMW,
Section 25,
Sex Pistols,
Mantronix,
Wolf Eyes,
The Skatalites,
Cal Tjader,
Urselle,
Terry Callier,
Whodini,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moleskins,
Eden Ahbez,
Toni Rubio,
R.M.O.,
These Immortal Souls,
Ten City,
Popol Vuh,
the Slits,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.