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 Iran 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Freddie Wadling to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
AZ,
The Buckinghams,
The Durutti Column,
Brick,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Sheep,
The Velvet Underground,
Bob Dylan,
Minnie Riperton,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blake Baxter,
Shuggie Otis,
The Techniques,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young,
Soulsonic Force,
The United States of America,
Sandy B,
Lindisfarne,
Camouflage,
Alison Limerick,
Fatback Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fear,
Amon Düül,
Eurythmics,
Gang of Four,
Cluster,
R.M.O.,
Alton Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
JFA,
Los Fastidios,
Suburban Knight,
The Motions,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Fraelich,
Rod Modell,
Bill Near,
Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blues Magoos,
Suicide,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moleskins,
Throbbing Gristle,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dual Sessions,
Rites of Spring,
Aural Exciters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
L. Decosne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Little Man,
David McCallum,
Von Mondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Germs,
Barry Ungar,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.