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 Rwanda and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Nation of Ulysses to the disco 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Trumans Water,
Reuben Wilson,
Silicon Teens,
Chris & Cosey,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quadrant,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rites of Spring,
Gichy Dan,
Nirvana,
Glenn Branca,
Kayak,
Crime,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Audionom,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joy Division,
The Dead C,
Toni Rubio,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott Heron,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smiths,
Panda Bear,
the Germs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erasure,
Skriet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pylon,
Mr. Review,
Drexciya,
Glambeats Corp.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Maleditus Sound,
Lakeside,
Marc Almond,
Archie Shepp,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barbara Tucker,
Intrusion,
Crooked Eye,
The Gap Band,
Unwound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James White and The Blacks,
Index,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül II,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.