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 Laos and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Lou Reed 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the jazz 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Don Cherry,
The Golliwogs,
The Smoke,
Joyce Sims,
Blancmange,
The Move,
Neil Young,
Albert Ayler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roger Hodgson,
Minor Threat,
Au Pairs,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doors,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brothers Johnson,
Maleditus Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reagan Youth,
The Cure,
Dennis Brown,
Ponytail,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Normal,
Malaria!,
Public Enemy,
Skaos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
Ken Boothe,
Slave,
The Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
Ultravox,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Knickerbockers,
Zapp,
Grauzone,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric B and Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fugs,
Bobby Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
Minutemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
World's Most,
Michelle Simonal,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Real Kids,
John Lydon,
The Stooges,
The Barracudas,
Spoonie Gee,
Quando Quango,
Urselle,
Accadde A,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.