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 Cameroon and from Shanghai.
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 Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Monochrome Set to the crunk 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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q and Not U,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
The Blues Magoos,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scientists,
Das Ding,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Red Krayola,
The Vogues,
Sandy B,
Fat Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül,
The Mojo Men,
The Smoke,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick May,
Little Man,
Tommy Roe,
the Germs,
Delta 5,
Peter and Kerry,
Blake Baxter,
Television,
Rapeman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Style,
Infiniti,
The Gladiators,
Brothers Johnson,
David Bowie,
Main Source,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Trojans,
New Order,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joy Division,
Wire,
Ultimate Spinach,
Animal Collective,
Marmalade,
Television Personalities,
Skaos,
The Gun Club,
Talk Talk,
The Black Dice,
The Busters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barbara Tucker,
John Coltrane,
The Names,
The Barracudas,
Accadde A,
Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
Circle Jerks,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.