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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 the Human League to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Fall,
Aloha Tigers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Bar-Kays,
Clear Light,
Charles Mingus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agent Orange,
The Dead C,
Susan Cadogan,
L. Decosne,
X-102,
Thompson Twins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Easy Going,
Dual Sessions,
Mr. Review,
Section 25,
Albert Ayler,
Adolescents,
Sixth Finger,
PIL,
Bobby Womack,
Gong,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alison Limerick,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Goldenarms,
Rapeman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swell Maps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Idris Muhammad,
Massinfluence,
Buzzcocks,
The Last Poets,
Terry Callier,
Ossler,
Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Motorama,
Soulsonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Toni Rubio,
The Beau Brummels,
Pussy Galore,
Crispy Ambulance,
Severed Heads,
Barry Ungar,
The Raincoats,
Babytalk,
UT,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.