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 Austria and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Pagans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
KRS-One,
Robert Hood,
The Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Skaos,
The Barracudas,
Fugazi,
T.S.O.L.,
Anthony Braxton,
the Germs,
Jawbox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Clarke,
Scan 7,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
Chris & Cosey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Human League,
Goldenarms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Y Pants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Max Romeo,
The Dirtbombs,
Procol Harum,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantaleimon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gap Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alphaville,
Interpol,
Peter and Kerry,
Organ,
Yusef Lateef,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris Corsano,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül II,
Urselle,
X-102,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Ponytail,
The Kinks,
Joensuu 1685,
Subhumans,
Minnie Riperton,
Hasil Adkins,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agent Orange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Moleskins,
Wolf Eyes,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.