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 South Africa and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Victims to the crunk 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Lyres,
Tim Buckley,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zero Boys,
Organ,
Rakim,
Joy Division,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Birthday Party,
The Martian,
Visage,
Warsaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Idris Muhammad,
Deakin,
Erasure,
DJ Style,
The Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Whodini,
the Bar-Kays,
The Grass Roots,
Jawbox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The New Christs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Slits,
The Last Poets,
Outsiders,
Sandy B,
Cluster,
Bobby Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Negative Approach,
OOIOO,
Neu!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Residents,
Agitation Free,
Young Marble Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Crime,
Scrapy,
Iggy Pop,
The Monochrome Set,
John Coltrane,
Index,
Swell Maps,
Monks,
Cal Tjader,
The Slackers,
Spoonie Gee,
Eurythmics,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang of Four,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mission of Burma,
Tears for Fears,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.