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 Taiwan and from Glasgow.
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 Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Tom Boy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Bauhaus,
Ponytail,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Copeland,
Alison Limerick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Royal Trux,
The Techniques,
Fugazi,
Can,
Gong,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
Mars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool Moe Dee,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moleskins,
Youth Brigade,
the Human League,
Nico,
The Red Krayola,
The Residents,
ABC,
Sparks,
The New Christs,
The Music Machine,
Niagra,
Ludus,
Arcadia,
John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blossom Toes,
Swell Maps,
Infiniti,
Rakim,
Gang Green,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Finger,
Hot Snakes,
the Association,
Man Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Sonics,
OOIOO,
Barrington Levy,
New Order,
Y Pants,
Wasted Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Bananas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rekid,
The Young Rascals,
Thompson Twins,
The Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.