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 Mexico and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Tubeway Army to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Grey Daturas,
Unrelated Segments,
The Count Five,
Marine Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Crooked Eye,
Godley & Creme,
Blossom Toes,
Dawn Penn,
T. Rex,
Sixth Finger,
Altered Images,
Soul II Soul,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tim Buckley,
Amazonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camberwell Now,
Mad Mike,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
Harry Pussy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yusef Lateef,
Cymande,
UT,
Leonard Cohen,
Aloha Tigers,
This Heat,
ABC,
Sex Pistols,
Oblivians,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sparks,
Skarface,
Moss Icon,
Lalann,
Anthony Braxton,
Fluxion,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bauhaus,
The Offenders,
The Velvet Underground,
Grauzone,
Mantronix,
KRS-One,
Masters at Work,
Warren Ellis,
Pagans,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angry Samoans,
Michelle Simonal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Procol Harum,
Minny Pops,
Moebius,
The Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.