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 Marshall Islands and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Sexual Harrassment to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
D'Angelo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Au Pairs,
Lyres,
The Litter,
The Walker Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Index,
The Stooges,
H. Thieme,
Swell Maps,
Steve Hackett,
Jandek,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aswad,
Nation of Ulysses,
Godley & Creme,
Deadbeat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skriet,
Camberwell Now,
Public Image Ltd.,
Section 25,
OOIOO,
The Red Krayola,
Sight & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Dennis Brown,
Darondo,
The Mojo Men,
Easy Going,
Television,
Eyeless In Gaza,
JFA,
John Holt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kayak,
R.M.O.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young,
X-Ray Spex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Accadde A,
Ken Boothe,
X-102,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barclay James Harvest,
L. Decosne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boredoms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Judy Mowatt,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.