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 France and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 AZ to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Zapp,
Mission of Burma,
The Monks,
Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
Franke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
10cc,
Symarip,
Piero Umiliani,
Grauzone,
The Walker Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
La Düsseldorf,
Barrington Levy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
Henry Cow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris & Cosey,
The Litter,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mummies,
Blancmange,
The Leaves,
Siglo XX,
T.S.O.L.,
James White and The Blacks,
Aural Exciters,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Move,
The Gap Band,
Camberwell Now,
Schoolly D,
Kayak,
Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül II,
Curtis Mayfield,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
These Immortal Souls,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gun Club,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mad Mike,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Boogie Down Productions,
Faust,
Can,
In Retrospect,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joyce Sims,
The Barracudas,
The Divine Comedy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reuben Wilson,
Crash Course in Science,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.