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 Libya and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brothers Johnson,
Cheater Slicks,
The Count Five,
Amon Düül,
The Grass Roots,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stiv Bators,
The Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Freddie Wadling,
Easy Going,
U.S. Maple,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Wake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
Duran Duran,
The Skatalites,
cv313,
JFA,
The Zeros,
This Heat,
AZ,
Delon & Dalcan,
Royal Trux,
Harmonia,
Mission of Burma,
Faust,
Das Ding,
Lou Christie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Absolute Body Control,
Fugazi,
The Litter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stetsasonic,
Anthony Braxton,
Colin Newman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Flash Fearless,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Index,
Boredoms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Von Mondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Trumans Water,
Echospace,
Intrusion,
Ten City,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television Personalities,
Ludus,
Little Man,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.