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 Belize and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Spoonie Gee 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lower 48,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Star Department,
Donny Hathaway,
Nils Olav,
The Pop Group,
The Trojans,
Arthur Verocai,
Throbbing Gristle,
Inner City,
Donald Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
Alice Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
Motorama,
Fad Gadget,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blancmange,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gap Band,
Crime,
The Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
B.T. Express,
KRS-One,
Hot Snakes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Underground Resistance,
In Retrospect,
Drexciya,
Radio Birdman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sandy B,
Joensuu 1685,
The Residents,
48th St. Collective,
The Golliwogs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rod Modell,
Chris & Cosey,
Hoover,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mark Hollis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shuggie Otis,
Icehouse,
Echospace,
the Sonics,
F. McDonald,
Black Sheep,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oblivians,
Buzzcocks,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.