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 Iran and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 In Retrospect to the punk 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Enemy,
Howard Jones,
The United States of America,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
Procol Harum,
a-ha,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxy Music,
Quadrant,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül II,
The Star Department,
Japan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Lightning Bolt,
Symarip,
Gang Starr,
Half Japanese,
Toni Rubio,
Joy Division,
Beasts of Bourbon,
cv313,
UT,
Joe Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
Subhumans,
Fela Kuti,
Prince Buster,
U.S. Maple,
The Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalann,
Unwound,
The Names,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
kango's stein massive,
Black Pus,
Idris Muhammad,
Don Cherry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wings,
48th St. Collective,
Ponytail,
The Wake,
Gerry Rafferty,
Theoretical Girls,
Eurythmics,
Rufus Thomas,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.