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 Ecuador and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ken Boothe to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Fat Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tommy Roe,
Juan Atkins,
Dark Day,
The Trojans,
The Evens,
Hot Snakes,
Cymande,
Zero Boys,
The Five Americans,
Masters at Work,
Henry Cow,
The Moody Blues,
Minny Pops,
The Misunderstood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dave Gahan,
Yusef Lateef,
The Remains,
Sun Ra,
Cecil Taylor,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mandrill,
Rekid,
Brothers Johnson,
Hoover,
Danielle Patucci,
The Real Kids,
Skriet,
Second Layer,
JFA,
Patti Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Banda Bassotti,
Faraquet,
The Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
Eurythmics,
Magazine,
The Monochrome Set,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Wells,
Barry Ungar,
Albert Ayler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Goldenarms,
DJ Style,
Minnie Riperton,
Qualms,
The Happenings,
Sandy B,
Dual Sessions,
Newcleus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rites of Spring,
Television,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.