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 Sri Lanka and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Wasted Youth,
Depeche Mode,
The Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
Roger Hodgson,
Tres Demented,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Sällskapet,
Lower 48,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lindisfarne,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Prince Buster,
Man Parrish,
The Last Poets,
Carl Craig,
Arab on Radar,
Metal Thangz,
kango's stein massive,
Technova,
Aswad,
Wire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moebius,
New Age Steppers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mark Hollis,
Nico,
Ultravox,
DJ Sneak,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Simply Red,
Grey Daturas,
Youth Brigade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Smog,
Bad Manners,
Steve Hackett,
Con Funk Shun,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monolake,
Robert Wyatt,
The Beau Brummels,
T. Rex,
The Raincoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Martian,
Popol Vuh,
JFA,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fuzztones,
Pussy Galore,
The Smiths,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.