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 Madagascar and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Dual Sessions,
The Index,
the Association,
Supertramp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
48th St. Collective,
Junior Murvin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Franke,
LL Cool J,
Magma,
Danielle Patucci,
Oblivians,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Halsall,
Nils Olav,
Circle Jerks,
Cybotron,
Idris Muhammad,
Godley & Creme,
The Mojo Men,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donny Hathaway,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Silicon Teens,
The Velvet Underground,
Joyce Sims,
John Foxx,
Rosa Yemen,
Mo-Dettes,
Carl Craig,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Style,
Eurythmics,
Marmalade,
Fluxion,
Minutemen,
Tears for Fears,
The Toasters,
the Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Sonics,
Babytalk,
The Happenings,
John Cale,
Man Parrish,
Animal Collective,
Von Mondo,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Charles Mingus,
David Bowie,
Black Pus,
Alphaville,
Niagra,
Sonic Youth,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.