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 Saudi Arabia and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tom Boy to the techno 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dave Gahan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Colin Newman,
U.S. Maple,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flash Fearless,
Alton Ellis,
Cybotron,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Wyatt,
Aswad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mad Mike,
D'Angelo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Starr,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harry Pussy,
Grauzone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dark Day,
Section 25,
The Walker Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scrapy,
Gong,
Pantaleimon,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Human League,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Jacques Brel,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slackers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jawbox,
Roxette,
Franke,
Parry Music,
The Offenders,
Country Teasers,
Bill Wells,
Brick,
Fear,
Bobby Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kaleidoscope,
Glenn Branca,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.