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 Madagascar and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Franke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jandek,
Steve Hackett,
Flipper,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Qualms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
Au Pairs,
Arcadia,
The Moleskins,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
kango's stein massive,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy Collins,
La Düsseldorf,
Roger Hodgson,
Oblivians,
Mr. Review,
World's Most,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalann,
Blossom Toes,
The Standells,
Bluetip,
Soul II Soul,
Scrapy,
Derrick Morgan,
Drexciya,
Mark Hollis,
Warren Ellis,
Crime,
The Fuzztones,
The Doors,
Eurythmics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Von Mondo,
Dual Sessions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
B.T. Express,
Joy Division,
Duran Duran,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Clarke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swell Maps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Al Stewart,
Zapp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.