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 Swaziland and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cal Tjader to the funk 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glenn Branca,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Susan Cadogan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scientists,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Bowie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
Talk Talk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Bourne,
UT,
Man Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
The Wake,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aswad,
The New Christs,
Connie Case,
Vainqueur,
Crooked Eye,
Audionom,
The Count Five,
Schoolly D,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Machine,
the Slits,
Sparks,
Amazonics,
the Swans,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mantronix,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dead Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
Royal Trux,
The Buckinghams,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Lynne,
Jandek,
Dave Gahan,
The Five Americans,
Oblivians,
Tommy Roe,
Bob Dylan,
Malaria!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.