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 United States and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Donald Fagen 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 Brick to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Ituana,
Faust,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slave,
Dave Gahan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Sixth Finger,
Metal Thangz,
Ten City,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barrington Levy,
Ohio Players,
New Order,
Average White Band,
Section 25,
Crooked Eye,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swell Maps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Icehouse,
Cymande,
The Mojo Men,
Lucky Dragons,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang of Four,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Don Cherry,
Guru Guru,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Names,
The Fall,
Gabor Szabo,
Joey Negro,
Bill Wells,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monolake,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Angels of Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The United States of America,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Accadde A,
the Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
Swans,
Eddi Front,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erasure,
The Seeds,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.