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 Somalia and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 The Music Machine to the electroclash 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
The Knickerbockers,
Royal Trux,
The Moody Blues,
Juan Atkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heaven 17,
Minny Pops,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Hood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Dawn Penn,
Excepter,
Mantronix,
Gang Green,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blancmange,
Bill Near,
Kerri Chandler,
Davy DMX,
Siglo XX,
The Vogues,
Judy Mowatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Basic Channel,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Age Steppers,
The Move,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Clear Light,
Matthew Bourne,
Gong,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hardrive,
Bluetip,
Sällskapet,
The Beau Brummels,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Talk Talk,
Al Stewart,
Porter Ricks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quantec,
Fela Kuti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Young Marble Giants,
John Foxx,
The Gap Band,
Cluster,
The Cramps,
JFA,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.