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 Manchester.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Danielle Patucci to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Albert Ayler,
The Smiths,
Nico,
Alice Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
World's Most,
Essential Logic,
Supertramp,
The Pretty Things,
The Real Kids,
Lyres,
Ituana,
Simply Red,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Wells,
The Fall,
F. McDonald,
Hot Snakes,
Average White Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Dead Boys,
Television,
Absolute Body Control,
Nik Kershaw,
Drexciya,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wally Richardson,
Wasted Youth,
Neu!,
Masters at Work,
Depeche Mode,
Youth Brigade,
Vainqueur,
The Slits,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gun Club,
Juan Atkins,
Warren Ellis,
Symarip,
Brand Nubian,
Metal Thangz,
Heaven 17,
Flipper,
Von Mondo,
D'Angelo,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Foxx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David McCallum,
Arab on Radar,
The Offenders,
The Monochrome Set,
Banda Bassotti,
The Neon Judgement,
Quantec,
Los Fastidios,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brick,
Intrusion,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.