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 Colombia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Evens to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
The Birthday Party,
Crispian St. Peters,
Buzzcocks,
Symarip,
Soft Cell,
The Gun Club,
Ultravox,
Jeff Lynne,
Underground Resistance,
Barrington Levy,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fugazi,
Rekid,
Drexciya,
Wally Richardson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Saints,
Blossom Toes,
Adolescents,
Harmonia,
Public Image Ltd.,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
Animal Collective,
Zapp,
Iggy Pop,
Black Moon,
The American Breed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Smog,
Moebius,
David Axelrod,
Terrestrial Tones,
Q and Not U,
The Zeros,
kango's stein massive,
Pere Ubu,
Silicon Teens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Terry,
Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
Oblivians,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Idris Muhammad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
the Germs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
Thee Headcoats,
Mantronix,
Bronski Beat,
Shuggie Otis,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.