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 Slovakia and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grauzone to the rock 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Cluster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
Bang On A Can,
The Doors,
Skaos,
The Happenings,
The Slackers,
The Kinks,
Ituana,
MC5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Lydon,
Bronski Beat,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
The Index,
Shoche,
DNA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Khruangbin,
Mars,
AZ,
Marine Girls,
Pulsallama,
Rapeman,
Kurtis Blow,
Von Mondo,
Japan,
Excepter,
Juan Atkins,
Chrome,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible,
Crooked Eye,
Albert Ayler,
Sixth Finger,
The Durutti Column,
Shuggie Otis,
KRS-One,
The Star Department,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
These Immortal Souls,
Smog,
The Beau Brummels,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cymande,
FM Einheit,
Rekid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.