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 Norway and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Derrick Morgan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Pierre Henry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Carl Craig,
Wings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heaven 17,
Rapeman,
Janne Schatter,
The Doors,
Connie Case,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
Ohio Players,
The Grass Roots,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scion,
Crash Course in Science,
Maurizio,
Marvin Gaye,
Pylon,
Quadrant,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Steve Hackett,
the Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
New Order,
CMW,
Aswad,
Model 500,
The Evens,
Minutemen,
Toni Rubio,
Agitation Free,
Todd Terry,
Gong,
The Star Department,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
Royal Trux,
Fatback Band,
The Moody Blues,
JFA,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Walker Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
The Tremeloes,
Marmalade,
Dennis Brown,
This Heat,
B.T. Express,
Pagans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Yazoo,
Jimmy McGriff,
UT,
Thee Headcoats,
Monks,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.