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 Montenegro and from New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Thompson Twins to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Dawn Penn,
The Red Krayola,
cv313,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Letta Mbulu,
The Searchers,
Gang Green,
John Lydon,
Kurtis Blow,
David Axelrod,
Audionom,
Qualms,
The Monochrome Set,
Darondo,
Patti Smith,
Davy DMX,
Thee Headcoats,
The Young Rascals,
John Holt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Finger,
Cameo,
Toni Rubio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blake Baxter,
Saccharine Trust,
The Angels of Light,
Blancmange,
Agent Orange,
Gabor Szabo,
Ice-T,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Funky Four + One,
Kayak,
Yaz,
Rotary Connection,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Hood,
The Fall,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Halsall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
MC5,
Ludus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pere Ubu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Evens,
Talk Talk,
The Blackbyrds,
Marmalade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Easy Going,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.