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 Indonesia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 X-102 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Gang of Four,
Ponytail,
The Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liliput,
Mo-Dettes,
Franke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Almond,
Brothers Johnson,
Buzzcocks,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Sherman,
Symarip,
The Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mantronix,
Oblivians,
Warsaw,
Nik Kershaw,
Nils Olav,
DNA,
Harry Pussy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Essential Logic,
Echospace,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Bananas,
UT,
A Certain Ratio,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed,
Dave Gahan,
48th St. Collective,
Slave,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Agitation Free,
David Bowie,
Darondo,
Cymande,
Robert Görl,
Gregory Isaacs,
Don Cherry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
B.T. Express,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wire,
Television Personalities,
Terry Callier,
Danielle Patucci,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.