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 Albania and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Harmonia to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Thee Headcoats,
Tim Buckley,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Blackbyrds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
kango's stein massive,
Camouflage,
The Victims,
June Days,
Qualms,
JFA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James White and The Blacks,
MDC,
Archie Shepp,
Symarip,
Gregory Isaacs,
Silicon Teens,
The Offenders,
One Last Wish,
Severed Heads,
Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cybotron,
The Mummies,
Marshall Jefferson,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bauhaus,
The Busters,
Rotary Connection,
DNA,
OOIOO,
Excepter,
Bush Tetras,
Flipper,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oblivians,
Talk Talk,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonic Youth,
Negative Approach,
The Pop Group,
Crime,
The Grass Roots,
Rosa Yemen,
Icehouse,
Tropical Tobacco,
Das Ding,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maurizio,
Outsiders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Parrish,
The Kinks,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.