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 Colombia and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nirvana to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Bronski Beat,
Zero Boys,
Clear Light,
June of 44,
Babytalk,
Make Up,
The Mummies,
CMW,
Wings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Leaves,
Hot Snakes,
Fat Boys,
Aswad,
Neu!,
Parry Music,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris Corsano,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wally Richardson,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
EPMD,
H. Thieme,
Heaven 17,
X-102,
Banda Bassotti,
DNA,
DJ Sneak,
the Slits,
Gang Green,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül,
Quadrant,
John Foxx,
ABC,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cure,
Unwound,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Talk Talk,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rufus Thomas,
Khruangbin,
K-Klass,
The Motions,
Leonard Cohen,
F. McDonald,
Au Pairs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marmalade,
Infiniti,
Marc Almond,
The Dead C,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.