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 Guinea 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Selecter,
Marvin Gaye,
Darondo,
The Star Department,
Todd Terry,
The Divine Comedy,
The Real Kids,
Moebius,
Pantytec,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Near,
John Foxx,
Scion,
Absolute Body Control,
CMW,
Toni Rubio,
Joey Negro,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Duran Duran,
Warren Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
the Normal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quantec,
Eden Ahbez,
The New Christs,
Mr. Review,
The Smoke,
Altered Images,
Boredoms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Halsall,
Gong,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
Stiv Bators,
New Order,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronnie Foster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television Personalities,
Rod Modell,
Fela Kuti,
The Golliwogs,
Graham Central Station,
The Young Rascals,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
Bronski Beat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Howard Jones,
The Moody Blues,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fat Boys,
D'Angelo,
John Lydon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.