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 Liberia and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Index to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Laurel Aitken,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David McCallum,
Robert Görl,
Los Fastidios,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angry Samoans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonic Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Subhumans,
June of 44,
Faraquet,
Chris & Cosey,
Can,
Andrew Hill,
Moss Icon,
Warren Ellis,
Average White Band,
H. Thieme,
Crime,
FM Einheit,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aloha Tigers,
Nirvana,
Duran Duran,
Interpol,
Kurtis Blow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Guru Guru,
Visage,
Minny Pops,
the Bar-Kays,
The Index,
China Crisis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sound Behaviour,
Fela Kuti,
X-Ray Spex,
Thompson Twins,
Oneida,
Lalann,
Sixth Finger,
Half Japanese,
K-Klass,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skaos,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wings,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blossom Toes,
Make Up,
Rosa Yemen,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.