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 Belgium and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Massinfluence to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
The Dead C,
Harmonia,
Bronski Beat,
The Residents,
Whodini,
Soft Machine,
Adolescents,
Deadbeat,
Depeche Mode,
Peter & Gordon,
Blancmange,
Young Marble Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
EPMD,
Agent Orange,
The Zeros,
Goldenarms,
The Selecter,
Byron Stingily,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Associates,
Robert Görl,
Tom Boy,
Idris Muhammad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Buckinghams,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Terry,
Dave Gahan,
Sam Rivers,
The Saints,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wings,
Interpol,
Fluxion,
Wolf Eyes,
Massinfluence,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Image Ltd.,
This Heat,
Spoonie Gee,
Fugazi,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rekid,
Mars,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantaleimon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Technova,
48th St. Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ohio Players,
Mad Mike,
Gabor Szabo,
Faust,
Lou Reed,
Fat Boys,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.