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 Ecuador and from Cairo.
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 Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 B.T. Express to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smiths,
Absolute Body Control,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ponytail,
Warsaw,
Panda Bear,
the Swans,
Radiohead,
Scan 7,
Al Stewart,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young,
Dennis Brown,
The Move,
The Gories,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Copeland,
Hot Snakes,
Infiniti,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Busters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Womack,
The Walker Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gun Club,
Lucky Dragons,
Angry Samoans,
Godley & Creme,
The Associates,
Erasure,
Sex Pistols,
Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Guru Guru,
Spandau Ballet,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
Flash Fearless,
Country Teasers,
Piero Umiliani,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gichy Dan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Almond,
Kenny Larkin,
Tom Boy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The American Breed,
Pierre Henry,
Metal Thangz,
Scientists,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Association,
The Wake,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.