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 Greece and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 June of 44 to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Arab on Radar,
World's Most,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Patti Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barry Ungar,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Barracudas,
Sugar Minott,
Swell Maps,
Smog,
Chrome,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Saints,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
One Last Wish,
Radio Birdman,
Jacob Miller,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rapeman,
U.S. Maple,
The Fugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Wyatt,
Stereo Dub,
Porter Ricks,
The Doors,
Gang of Four,
The Mojo Men,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moleskins,
Kerri Chandler,
Scratch Acid,
Make Up,
The Knickerbockers,
Model 500,
The Alarm Clocks,
Easy Going,
Dark Day,
Chris Corsano,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Malaria!,
Thompson Twins,
Arthur Verocai,
Bad Manners,
Massinfluence,
Yusef Lateef,
John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
Agent Orange,
Skaos,
OOIOO,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
Accadde A,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.