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 Mozambique and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Nico,
Howard Jones,
Marc Almond,
The Pop Group,
Pole,
The Kinks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed,
Infiniti,
Ponytail,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radio Birdman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kayak,
Altered Images,
The Leaves,
The Gladiators,
Al Stewart,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Soft Cell,
Slave,
Radiopuhelimet,
Interpol,
Gang Starr,
The Count Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Searchers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul Sonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
Section 25,
Von Mondo,
Ultravox,
Ohio Players,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Human League,
The J.B.'s,
Q and Not U,
Siglo XX,
Cameo,
Silicon Teens,
Rosa Yemen,
Sex Pistols,
The Stooges,
Tears for Fears,
Bluetip,
The Victims,
Charles Mingus,
The Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
KRS-One,
Faraquet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.