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 Georgia and from London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Remains to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lindisfarne,
Marvin Gaye,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül,
Peter and Kerry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heaven 17,
David McCallum,
Loose Ends,
The Slackers,
Fugazi,
Aural Exciters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Goldenarms,
The Fortunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joy Division,
Shuggie Otis,
Stetsasonic,
Livin' Joy,
Main Source,
The Neon Judgement,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Parry Music,
Talk Talk,
Joe Finger,
Glenn Branca,
Davy DMX,
John Foxx,
Graham Central Station,
Camouflage,
Alphaville,
China Crisis,
Kas Product,
the Slits,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter & Gordon,
Inner City,
Moss Icon,
R.M.O.,
Leonard Cohen,
Hardrive,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
The Stooges,
Ronnie Foster,
World's Most,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.