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 Namibia and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kevin Saunderson to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Lower 48,
Tim Buckley,
Ultra Naté,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zero Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Jandek,
Arthur Verocai,
Niagra,
Lee Hazlewood,
World's Most,
Cecil Taylor,
Sight & Sound,
The Busters,
Rekid,
Spoonie Gee,
Young Marble Giants,
The Golliwogs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swell Maps,
The Zeros,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronan,
Heaven 17,
Mo-Dettes,
Skriet,
Trumans Water,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oblivians,
Unwound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Henry Cow,
Rhythm & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sandy B,
Inner City,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Mills,
AZ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
10cc,
Wally Richardson,
Ken Boothe,
Dark Day,
Nils Olav,
E-Dancer,
The Leaves,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Iggy Pop,
Danielle Patucci,
Infiniti,
Monks,
Lalann,
Ossler,
Al Stewart,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.