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 Bulgaria and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The Pretty Things to the techno 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Zeros,
The Grass Roots,
Audionom,
Maleditus Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rosa Yemen,
Skaos,
Swell Maps,
Nils Olav,
Country Teasers,
The Durutti Column,
Lungfish,
Dead Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Kurtis Blow,
Sound Behaviour,
The Techniques,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharoah Sanders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Count Five,
Underground Resistance,
Zapp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joyce Sims,
Maurizio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kenny Larkin,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Saints,
ABBA,
Zero Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Oneida,
Eddi Front,
Flipper,
Quadrant,
Rotary Connection,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oblivians,
Clear Light,
Colin Newman,
JFA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fuzztones,
Duran Duran,
FM Einheit,
Pagans,
A Certain Ratio,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
New York Dolls,
The Last Poets,
Tres Demented,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash,
In Retrospect,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funkadelic,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.