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 Fiji and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the techno 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Seeds,
Ronan,
The Moody Blues,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Angels of Light,
B.T. Express,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monks,
Minutemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Misunderstood,
Black Sheep,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Bourne,
The Victims,
X-Ray Spex,
The Martian,
Gichy Dan,
the Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Black Dice,
Television,
D'Angelo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dual Sessions,
Max Romeo,
Camberwell Now,
Warren Ellis,
Fad Gadget,
The Kinks,
Aswad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ludus,
the Association,
Skriet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lucky Dragons,
Cecil Taylor,
Stetsasonic,
The Tremeloes,
Jawbox,
Steve Hackett,
Wally Richardson,
MC5,
Delta 5,
Kerri Chandler,
The Wake,
Swell Maps,
Cybotron,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.