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 Fiji and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Babytalk to the jazz 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Davy DMX,
Basic Channel,
Howard Jones,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Rundgren,
The Searchers,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Human League,
Joey Negro,
The Slackers,
kango's stein massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Axelrod,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sällskapet,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Fraelich,
Hardrive,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiohead,
The Index,
Anakelly,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Toni Rubio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cybotron,
Fugazi,
Unwound,
the Soft Cell,
Jandek,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Starr,
Roger Hodgson,
Marvin Gaye,
Camberwell Now,
Althea and Donna,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Hood,
Rakim,
Black Pus,
Arab on Radar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Barry Ungar,
Barbara Tucker,
Joyce Sims,
The Monks,
Circle Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
The Remains,
Infiniti,
The Red Krayola,
Nik Kershaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stereo Dub,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.