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 Ireland and from Glasgow.
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 Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the funk 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Womack,
Roxy Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronan,
Schoolly D,
Hardrive,
Monks,
The Buckinghams,
Grey Daturas,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smiths,
Dead Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Zero Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hoover,
Kerri Chandler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gabor Szabo,
The Star Department,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ossler,
Tom Boy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aswad,
Can,
Aloha Tigers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Animal Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
L. Decosne,
Groovy Waters,
Stiv Bators,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brand Nubian,
Brothers Johnson,
Babytalk,
James White and The Blacks,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Hill,
Don Cherry,
The Moody Blues,
Mantronix,
World's Most,
Absolute Body Control,
Ponytail,
Ronnie Foster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
K-Klass,
Subhumans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.