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 Sweden and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Martian to the techno 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Pole,
Saccharine Trust,
Barry Ungar,
Bronski Beat,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker,
The Moody Blues,
Visage,
Fad Gadget,
The Residents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Popol Vuh,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Finger,
Grauzone,
Tim Buckley,
Average White Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Television,
The Victims,
Fugazi,
The Move,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David McCallum,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skaos,
Yusef Lateef,
Minutemen,
T. Rex,
Nik Kershaw,
Alphaville,
Jerry's Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drexciya,
Royal Trux,
Godley & Creme,
Danielle Patucci,
Neu!,
Angry Samoans,
MC5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fugs,
Brick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blossom Toes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Byrd,
The Remains,
Bill Near,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-102,
KRS-One,
X-101,
Clear Light,
The Smoke,
Fat Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantaleimon,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.