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 Mauritania and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Brass Construction to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Almond,
Scientists,
The Golliwogs,
Index,
John Foxx,
The Sonics,
Scrapy,
Ohio Players,
Khruangbin,
Newcleus,
Roger Hodgson,
The Doors,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joensuu 1685,
Joey Negro,
Half Japanese,
Duran Duran,
Can,
Fluxion,
Bobby Womack,
One Last Wish,
Easy Going,
Radiohead,
Jacques Brel,
The Walker Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amazonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
UT,
Sun Ra,
Scratch Acid,
Soul II Soul,
Goldenarms,
Fugazi,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gories,
These Immortal Souls,
The American Breed,
Hoover,
The Barracudas,
Liliput,
Grauzone,
Ultravox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cramps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skriet,
Susan Cadogan,
Boredoms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.