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 Finland and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Agitation Free to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Sandy B,
Idris Muhammad,
Zapp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cymande,
Wasted Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Black Pus,
New Age Steppers,
Little Man,
Radiohead,
the Normal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Model 500,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Spandau Ballet,
A Certain Ratio,
Technova,
Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
Essential Logic,
Con Funk Shun,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Albert Ayler,
Saccharine Trust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Easy Going,
Isaac Hayes,
Pylon,
The Buckinghams,
Maurizio,
Wally Richardson,
Groovy Waters,
The Busters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
8 Eyed Spy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra,
Guru Guru,
Magazine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Q65,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Wells,
E-Dancer,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crooked Eye,
Echospace,
Henry Cow,
Panda Bear,
Shuggie Otis,
The Names,
Vainqueur,
Lou Christie,
Cecil Taylor,
Niagra,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.