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 Moldova and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Matthew Bourne to the disco 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Royal Trux,
Sparks,
Nils Olav,
Kaleidoscope,
the Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Morten Harket,
The Mummies,
Soulsonic Force,
Colin Newman,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Flag,
Desert Stars,
Cluster,
Eden Ahbez,
Infiniti,
Moss Icon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young,
Public Enemy,
The Neon Judgement,
Chrome,
The Cramps,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ossler,
Tubeway Army,
Massinfluence,
Quantec,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pylon,
Eve St. Jones,
Jawbox,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gap Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wolf Eyes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yusef Lateef,
the Germs,
Howard Jones,
Deadbeat,
The Saints,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kurtis Blow,
Average White Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Joy Division,
Bad Manners,
Thompson Twins,
The Stooges,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.