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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Symarip to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Kas Product,
Crispian St. Peters,
Second Layer,
Sarah Menescal,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sister Nancy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gun Club,
Motorama,
Steve Hackett,
Anakelly,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brand Nubian,
the Swans,
Neil Young,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacob Miller,
Funky Four + One,
The Doors,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
PIL,
Interpol,
OOIOO,
Ken Boothe,
Stiv Bators,
Yaz,
Shuggie Otis,
Juan Atkins,
The Standells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boz Scaggs,
Ten City,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crooked Eye,
Mad Mike,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dennis Brown,
Swell Maps,
Reagan Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Absolute Body Control,
F. McDonald,
Sun City Girls,
David Axelrod,
Swans,
48th St. Collective,
Charles Mingus,
The Move,
Agent Orange,
Man Eating Sloth,
Davy DMX,
New Age Steppers,
The Gories,
Connie Case,
Fad Gadget,
Chrome,
The Fuzztones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.