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 Belize and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Fania All-Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Ten City,
cv313,
the Swans,
Little Man,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Birthday Party,
Public Enemy,
Eric Copeland,
Cymande,
Soft Machine,
Ice-T,
Rod Modell,
Massinfluence,
Hardrive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swell Maps,
The Move,
The Dave Clark Five,
MC5,
Idris Muhammad,
The Beau Brummels,
The Misunderstood,
Alphaville,
The J.B.'s,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blossom Toes,
X-102,
Morten Harket,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wasted Youth,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Durutti Column,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang On A Can,
Motorama,
Unrelated Segments,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Golliwogs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fugazi,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angry Samoans,
Iggy Pop,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Sugar Minott,
Audionom,
The Selecter,
Altered Images,
Television,
Icehouse,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.