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 Mauritania and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Modern Lovers,
Neil Young,
Black Moon,
Cybotron,
John Lydon,
Section 25,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick May,
The Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Quando Quango,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Holt,
Magma,
Y Pants,
The Skatalites,
Jerry's Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
U.S. Maple,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Intrusion,
the Germs,
Rod Modell,
Anakelly,
Pere Ubu,
ABBA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Womack,
The Raincoats,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lyres,
Scion,
Television Personalities,
Audionom,
The Standells,
Bauhaus,
Nik Kershaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
KRS-One,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.