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 Rwanda and from London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young,
The Stooges,
Tim Buckley,
Stereo Dub,
The Offenders,
Mad Mike,
Talk Talk,
Sarah Menescal,
Underground Resistance,
The Skatalites,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ken Boothe,
Jandek,
Alice Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
The Cure,
LL Cool J,
The Walker Brothers,
Supertramp,
David McCallum,
Stetsasonic,
Aswad,
These Immortal Souls,
Archie Shepp,
Mission of Burma,
Flash Fearless,
Harmonia,
the Association,
the Bar-Kays,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra,
Public Image Ltd.,
D'Angelo,
Radiohead,
Dead Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monks,
The Saints,
Sällskapet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vladislav Delay,
Rosa Yemen,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visage,
Index,
Robert Hood,
Von Mondo,
Warsaw,
Camberwell Now,
Massinfluence,
Yazoo,
Idris Muhammad,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pretty Things,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.