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 Belarus and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Slave to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cal Tjader,
Agent Orange,
Arthur Verocai,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mojo Men,
Pole,
Tim Buckley,
kango's stein massive,
The Misunderstood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Panda Bear,
Khruangbin,
Radio Birdman,
Cecil Taylor,
Iggy Pop,
Altered Images,
EPMD,
Judy Mowatt,
Mark Hollis,
Gang of Four,
Marine Girls,
LL Cool J,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monks,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Bourne,
Dead Boys,
The Doors,
The Techniques,
cv313,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cramps,
Rekid,
Eddi Front,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marvin Gaye,
Buzzcocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donald Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Junior Murvin,
The Grass Roots,
Swans,
Bauhaus,
Young Marble Giants,
Scrapy,
Quando Quango,
The Raincoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
Subhumans,
Radiohead,
Nick Fraelich,
Echospace,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.