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 Syria and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Tubeway Army to the grime 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Joey Negro,
Wasted Youth,
The Moody Blues,
The Barracudas,
Soft Cell,
Moebius,
Section 25,
Archie Shepp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Procol Harum,
Faust,
The Divine Comedy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Star Department,
Animal Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang On A Can,
The Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
Can,
The Blackbyrds,
Camouflage,
Aaron Thompson,
Motorama,
Siglo XX,
Joyce Sims,
Essential Logic,
The Evens,
Fad Gadget,
Shuggie Otis,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Clarke,
Moss Icon,
Sarah Menescal,
Amazonics,
Pagans,
Lyres,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crime,
Pet Shop Boys,
R.M.O.,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Near,
Easy Going,
Ice-T,
Mars,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Shoche,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slits,
Newcleus,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Moon,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Rundgren,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.