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 Denmark and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fear to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Aswad,
Colin Newman,
Neu!,
Vladislav Delay,
Pagans,
Ten City,
Dead Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quantec,
Deakin,
Wasted Youth,
Talk Talk,
Motorama,
Goldenarms,
Rapeman,
Bronski Beat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lyres,
Desert Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Smog,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
PIL,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Theoretical Girls,
Pulsallama,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Minor Threat,
The Alarm Clocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pylon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wire,
Sällskapet,
Depeche Mode,
Liliput,
Steve Hackett,
Reagan Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Wake,
The Skatalites,
JFA,
Cal Tjader,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick May,
James White and The Blacks,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Sherman,
A Certain Ratio,
The Martian,
Eden Ahbez,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Franke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fugazi,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.