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 Guinea-Bissau and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bob Dylan to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Cecil Taylor,
Anakelly,
Bronski Beat,
the Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
The Fall,
the Bar-Kays,
Section 25,
Suicide,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Underground Resistance,
Al Stewart,
Lakeside,
Parry Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neu!,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Move,
The Barracudas,
Heaven 17,
Howard Jones,
ABBA,
Sparks,
Piero Umiliani,
Eden Ahbez,
Excepter,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Green,
Flash Fearless,
Dark Day,
E-Dancer,
The J.B.'s,
Massinfluence,
Graham Central Station,
Niagra,
Country Teasers,
Dave Gahan,
The Star Department,
The Gun Club,
Supertramp,
Aural Exciters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sällskapet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
Nico,
Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiohead,
Mantronix,
Reuben Wilson,
The Litter,
Johnny Clarke,
Monolake,
Eric Copeland,
Agent Orange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.