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 Egypt and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the punk 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Pus,
Pagans,
Arcadia,
Surgeon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stiv Bators,
Quadrant,
The Associates,
Intrusion,
Joy Division,
Marine Girls,
Tom Boy,
Index,
D'Angelo,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed,
Moebius,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dead Boys,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stetsasonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aaron Thompson,
The Moody Blues,
Lakeside,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry's Kids,
the Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blancmange,
David Bowie,
Cheater Slicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
PIL,
Half Japanese,
Brass Construction,
The Saints,
Iggy Pop,
Peter and Kerry,
The Buckinghams,
Flash Fearless,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ponytail,
The Cramps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang of Four,
Althea and Donna,
Nico,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Bourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.