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 China and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Evens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Black Dice,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Negative Approach,
the Slits,
Franke,
The Leaves,
Black Moon,
Hardrive,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rufus Thomas,
Stockholm Monsters,
cv313,
Iggy Pop,
Yellowson,
Drexciya,
Q65,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Danielle Patucci,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alphaville,
The Durutti Column,
Royal Trux,
June of 44,
James White and The Blacks,
World's Most,
Moss Icon,
Au Pairs,
Underground Resistance,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mark Hollis,
The Music Machine,
the Germs,
Skarface,
Funky Four + One,
Hoover,
The Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed,
The Techniques,
Symarip,
U.S. Maple,
The Busters,
Eli Mardock,
Aloha Tigers,
The American Breed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Altered Images,
John Foxx,
Lungfish,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.