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 Cameroon and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Magazine to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lungfish,
Delta 5,
Wire,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Mills,
Barrington Levy,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Womack,
The Move,
Liliput,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ralphi Rosario,
Buzzcocks,
Panda Bear,
Lebanon Hanover,
Guru Guru,
The Gap Band,
Urselle,
Letta Mbulu,
Slick Rick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pylon,
The Blues Magoos,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers,
Franke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Almond,
Scan 7,
Cameo,
Audionom,
New Age Steppers,
Neu!,
Aural Exciters,
Spandau Ballet,
World's Most,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The American Breed,
June Days,
Terry Callier,
Chris Corsano,
Parry Music,
Maurizio,
Matthew Bourne,
Davy DMX,
Cluster,
Yazoo,
Depeche Mode,
Procol Harum,
Robert Wyatt,
Jandek,
The Cure,
Barclay James Harvest,
Basic Channel,
Minny Pops,
Eden Ahbez,
Stetsasonic,
Lalann,
the Germs,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.