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 Montenegro 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mighty Diamonds to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moleskins,
Arthur Verocai,
June of 44,
Lalann,
Flash Fearless,
Radio Birdman,
The Fugs,
X-Ray Spex,
Qualms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T. Rex,
Brass Construction,
Mark Hollis,
June Days,
UT,
Bill Wells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mojo Men,
Sam Rivers,
Liliput,
Severed Heads,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eurythmics,
Rosa Yemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flipper,
Model 500,
The Wake,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABBA,
Bluetip,
Depeche Mode,
Aaron Thompson,
Heaven 17,
World's Most,
Marc Almond,
Arcadia,
Tres Demented,
Junior Murvin,
The Smoke,
Magazine,
John Holt,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Sneak,
Country Teasers,
The Evens,
Little Man,
Gerry Rafferty,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gong,
Deepchord,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hashim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crash Course in Science,
The Star Department,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.