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 China and from New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Wire to the electroclash 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Hill,
Young Marble Giants,
The Black Dice,
Urselle,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hardrive,
Wings,
B.T. Express,
Althea and Donna,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yusef Lateef,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chrome,
Whodini,
The Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Pulsallama,
CMW,
The Moody Blues,
Aaron Thompson,
Brass Construction,
Laurel Aitken,
Ten City,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joy Division,
The Gories,
Inner City,
The Moleskins,
Tubeway Army,
the Sonics,
Dave Gahan,
Procol Harum,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultravox,
L. Decosne,
The Cowsills,
Nick Fraelich,
World's Most,
Marmalade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brothers Johnson,
Porter Ricks,
New York Dolls,
X-102,
The Sonics,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare,
Lower 48,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gladiators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers,
Lakeside,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.