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 Honduras and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Basic Channel to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monolake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Animal Collective,
The Red Krayola,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Slits,
Lindisfarne,
Black Moon,
Soft Cell,
Severed Heads,
Stereo Dub,
World's Most,
The Velvet Underground,
The Zeros,
The Dead C,
The Dirtbombs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nico,
the Normal,
John Lydon,
Wolf Eyes,
Adolescents,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
The Smiths,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Holt,
Urselle,
Hot Snakes,
ABC,
Accadde A,
Quando Quango,
David McCallum,
Chris & Cosey,
Infiniti,
Country Teasers,
Bang On A Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
Franke,
Ponytail,
Juan Atkins,
Cluster,
New York Dolls,
Colin Newman,
The Cure,
Wally Richardson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magazine,
Amazonics,
Trumans Water,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Don Cherry,
Young Marble Giants,
Altered Images,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.