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 Germany and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Minutemen to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Sister Nancy,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Clarke,
Skaos,
Stetsasonic,
Flipper,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lakeside,
Roxy Music,
The Fall,
Khruangbin,
John Foxx,
Icehouse,
Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
The Slackers,
Sun City Girls,
Mars,
Pussy Galore,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cramps,
Con Funk Shun,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Hood,
Bang On A Can,
Derrick Morgan,
Aural Exciters,
Malaria!,
Main Source,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Christie,
The Blackbyrds,
Index,
The Star Department,
Reagan Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
L. Decosne,
Blancmange,
the Slits,
Black Pus,
Alison Limerick,
Rekid,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
Model 500,
Bootsy Collins,
Bluetip,
Schoolly D,
Pet Shop Boys,
Royal Trux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tears for Fears,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Last Poets,
Glenn Branca,
Organ,
CMW,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.