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 Zambia and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fall to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Cramps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Searchers,
John Cale,
World's Most,
Grey Daturas,
Infiniti,
Kas Product,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantytec,
Royal Trux,
The Walker Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
U.S. Maple,
The Human League,
Motorama,
Carl Craig,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harmonia,
Susan Cadogan,
Wire,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rekid,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pussy Galore,
T. Rex,
Bill Wells,
Yusef Lateef,
Au Pairs,
Godley & Creme,
Y Pants,
The Slackers,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry's Kids,
Lakeside,
Excepter,
Magazine,
Joe Smooth,
Average White Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Sheep,
Minny Pops,
The Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare,
Ultra Naté,
Unwound,
Eddi Front,
Howard Jones,
KRS-One,
Faust,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Rundgren,
The Offenders,
DJ Style,
Underground Resistance,
Gong,
Soulsonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.