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 Mauritania and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Parry Music to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Bobby Sherman,
Arab on Radar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
The Moleskins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
Circle Jerks,
Connie Case,
Q and Not U,
Ash Ra Tempel,
FM Einheit,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Velvet Underground,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sarah Menescal,
Model 500,
Das Ding,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Japan,
Outsiders,
The Leaves,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fortunes,
Lower 48,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vainqueur,
John Cale,
Marmalade,
Bill Near,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Beau Brummels,
Cecil Taylor,
Brass Construction,
CMW,
Byron Stingily,
Interpol,
Dorothy Ashby,
Archie Shepp,
The Cramps,
Lou Christie,
Soulsonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stetsasonic,
Minnie Riperton,
Jawbox,
Janne Schatter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ituana,
Minor Threat,
La Düsseldorf,
Porter Ricks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.