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 Taiwan and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Fluxion to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Public Image Ltd.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siglo XX,
Cybotron,
Piero Umiliani,
Dark Day,
Underground Resistance,
Rapeman,
Don Cherry,
The Human League,
MC5,
Glenn Branca,
Reagan Youth,
Deepchord,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erasure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun Ra,
The Fire Engines,
Skaos,
Fad Gadget,
Roger Hodgson,
Rekid,
Henry Cow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gap Band,
Clear Light,
Deakin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wings,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pylon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oneida,
Cameo,
Kas Product,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sällskapet,
The Walker Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blake Baxter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Schoolly D,
Neu!,
The Gladiators,
The Kinks,
Todd Terry,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Stooges,
Eric Dolphy,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.