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 Kuwait and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Visage to the electroclash 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Lydon,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlback,
Negative Approach,
MDC,
Blake Baxter,
Warsaw,
The Blues Magoos,
Camberwell Now,
Babytalk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wolf Eyes,
The Techniques,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nirvana,
Motorama,
48th St. Collective,
Moby Grape,
Unrelated Segments,
Deakin,
Cecil Taylor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crooked Eye,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Sneak,
The Standells,
The Black Dice,
Blossom Toes,
Niagra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Theoretical Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Don Cherry,
X-Ray Spex,
Wire,
Lower 48,
Oblivians,
D'Angelo,
Bizarre Inc.,
R.M.O.,
B.T. Express,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smoke,
FM Einheit,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Second Layer,
Delon & Dalcan,
F. McDonald,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.