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 Paraguay and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Laurel Aitken to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Negative Approach,
Joensuu 1685,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sixth Finger,
The Red Krayola,
The Grass Roots,
The Happenings,
Essential Logic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rufus Thomas,
Accadde A,
Trumans Water,
Sex Pistols,
Simply Red,
Quando Quango,
Chris & Cosey,
Scientists,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ituana,
Grauzone,
K-Klass,
Lightning Bolt,
The Trojans,
the Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
The Fuzztones,
Lindisfarne,
Spandau Ballet,
Ossler,
Panda Bear,
The Vogues,
Jerry's Kids,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Holt,
Flipper,
Camberwell Now,
Crash Course in Science,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Sherman,
The Names,
Technova,
Morten Harket,
Gang Starr,
The Gun Club,
Ken Boothe,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonic Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Nico,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slave,
Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
The Smoke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.