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 Mauritius and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joensuu 1685 to the disco 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siglo XX,
The Velvet Underground,
Warren Ellis,
Warsaw,
Monolake,
X-102,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
The Gun Club,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Almond,
Arcadia,
This Heat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
The Smiths,
Glenn Branca,
Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Organ,
Bang On A Can,
Tears for Fears,
Black Flag,
The Vogues,
Swans,
The Gap Band,
The Birthday Party,
Kaleidoscope,
John Cale,
Moby Grape,
Delta 5,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alison Limerick,
Eden Ahbez,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Average White Band,
The Pretty Things,
Harry Pussy,
Wolf Eyes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skarface,
Inner City,
Soulsonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
Todd Terry,
Bill Near,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cure,
Nirvana,
Barbara Tucker,
Audionom,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cameo,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aswad,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.