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 Mali and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 PIL to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Bobby Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
Swell Maps,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Copeland,
Thompson Twins,
Godley & Creme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Throbbing Gristle,
MDC,
The Martian,
Outsiders,
Q65,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fugs,
Whodini,
Pantaleimon,
Royal Trux,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June of 44,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
a-ha,
Gang Starr,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Josef K,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blossom Toes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fatback Band,
the Sonics,
Monolake,
Negative Approach,
K-Klass,
Boredoms,
The Five Americans,
Cymande,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker,
The Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
Danielle Patucci,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Associates,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Womack,
Pere Ubu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pole,
Television,
Motorama,
DNA,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.