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 Sierra Leone and from New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Moleskins to the disco 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
PIL,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
The Birthday Party,
Kevin Saunderson,
Godley & Creme,
The J.B.'s,
The Young Rascals,
Q65,
The Barracudas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Panda Bear,
Banda Bassotti,
Half Japanese,
Gong,
Essential Logic,
Sonic Youth,
Hardrive,
Japan,
Main Source,
The New Christs,
Popol Vuh,
Shoche,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moby Grape,
Duran Duran,
Lindisfarne,
Roger Hodgson,
Erykah Badu,
Black Flag,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
Angry Samoans,
The Cowsills,
The Associates,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Porter Ricks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reagan Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Graham Central Station,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Das Ding,
Lalann,
cv313,
Talk Talk,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flash Fearless,
Excepter,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Litter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed,
X-Ray Spex,
Moebius,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.