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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minutemen to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blossom Toes,
The Velvet Underground,
Scion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Five Americans,
Rites of Spring,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
Barry Ungar,
Brand Nubian,
Crispy Ambulance,
Howard Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Spoonie Gee,
Jandek,
The Remains,
Mission of Burma,
Radio Birdman,
The Busters,
Shoche,
Pole,
Fugazi,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MDC,
The Moleskins,
Skriet,
Thee Headcoats,
Suicide,
Procol Harum,
Groovy Waters,
Janne Schatter,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABC,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Foxx,
The Techniques,
Pantaleimon,
Excepter,
The Gladiators,
Eddi Front,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Move,
Brothers Johnson,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lyres,
New Order,
The Offenders,
Albert Ayler,
Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
T. Rex,
K-Klass,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.