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 Palau and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Wyatt to the rock 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Faust,
Charles Mingus,
Radiohead,
Intrusion,
Derrick May,
Angry Samoans,
Agent Orange,
Nils Olav,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Slits,
Hashim,
Albert Ayler,
Fluxion,
K-Klass,
The Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Flag,
Pylon,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Hood,
The Wake,
The Fugs,
Jawbox,
JFA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Offenders,
Spandau Ballet,
Fad Gadget,
Quando Quango,
Max Romeo,
Franke,
U.S. Maple,
Schoolly D,
Suburban Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Throbbing Gristle,
Althea and Donna,
Newcleus,
Fat Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Interpol,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ituana,
The Leaves,
The Techniques,
Sam Rivers,
Supertramp,
PIL,
The Associates,
Roxette,
Index,
Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scrapy,
Warsaw,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.